Machines hum in the background, an air pump pumping at a steady rate. Stainless steel equipment organized around the room. In the middle, some unlucky pony with their chest cavity opened. Two mares standing over the body, their faces showing the pure concentration flowing through them, despite their face masks. The mare who seemed to be doing most of the work was an attention grabber, a teal colored unicorn with a red, blue, and silver mane that was messy despite the care taken to keep it neat and nonobstructing. Her tail was nicely kept though (One could assume hair products were used). Her cutiemark was sort of unusual: A cartoon pink
heart with red and blue blood vessels branching out forming a bigger heart. She was absorbed in the operation, moving swiftly and professionally.
The assistant next to her seemed to disregard personal space, handing the teal mare whatever tool or supply she requested. She appeared to be covered in foliage due to her greencolor. Her mane and tail a simple burnt orange, mane kept under a hairnet. For some reason, her wings were also covered with a hairnet. Her cutiemark, oddly enough, was an infamous plant with its stem hollow.
The first mare took a good look at the open chest, deciding the best course of action. It was a routine transplant, congenital heart patient was just another number to most, but to the head surgeon, was another life to save. "Spreader."
The Assistant eagerly passed her a device which could be comparable to a vicegrip, but the ends on the outside and it being squeaky clean. It allowed much better leverage and locked with enormous reliability. The Surgeon positioned the ends of the tool between the patient's ribs, and turning the crank, a disturbing sound echoing through the room as the ribs spread. "This heart definitely isn't a keeper. Alright, forceps."
Her assistant looked at the still heart for a moment before choosing the correct forceps. The surgeon clamped the aorta as well as any other vessels connected to the diseased organ. The sickly heart looked much more orange than a normal one, which has 0 orange content. It simply laid there, close to dying. "Scapel."
The red mare passed her a scalpel specifically made for blood vessels. The blade was more horizontal than the standard model. The Surgeon made incisions along the vessels, careful to make clean cuts as the detached the heart from the rest of the patient's body, setting in the pan. "New heart."
The red mare lifted the cooler in which the heart resided and held it next to the surgeon as she gingerly opened the container and lifted and inspected the heart. It seemed to have survived the trip,so she carefully placed it in the chest cavity. "Suturing needle, and nylon thread."
The Assistant lifted a tray with all of these things up to the surgeon's reach, this time holding it there. The Surgeon grabbed the needle and thread, threading the needle expertly and proceeding to match up the correct blood vessels with their counterparts on the healthy heart.
She sutured the vessels together with quick, professional ease. The new heart started beating, and the bypass machine was removed. The Surgeon then sewn up the body, a process that itself took a good amount of time. After that, with a sigh of relief, deemed the surgery a success.
