A/N: This chapter is from Professor Laura Thompson's view, viewing the second operation performed on Jaelin. LTPOV = Laura Thompson Point of View. Thanks to Laura once again for providing support and long complicated words to make me sound smarter.

LTPOV

I stood in the shadows viewing the proceedings with contempt; it was all going to slow for my liking. A few times one of the surgeons would stop and glanced over their shoulder, towards the direction of myself. I knew I looked impressive, with my high waisted pants, white blouse and Jimmy Choo shoes, with my blond hair twisted up into a French twist bun. I gazed upon the face of Jaelin, so peaceful, perfect, alone. I watched from afar when the surgeons opened up her skin, injected her with foul chemicals, and caused her more harm than good. But what do I care? She is nothing to me, nothing. If this fails there are more just like her to be taken from their families, more children to cause harm towards. No, I told myself strongly, I was letting my thoughts get away from me. All I want is an army, of perfection, of brilliance, of strength. An army that doesn't feel fear or pain, an army that no man would dare to strike, an army...of children.

Dr. Nelson came to stand next to me – the whole time I was present he had been by the side of Jaelin – he observed me with a vague expression on his face.

"How is the procedure going?" I queried; my face expressionless.

"It goes well, how do you fare? You are looking a little pale." Nelson still stared at me with his deep, green eyes.

"I have naturally pale skin, but what is it to you Dr. Nelson?" I retorted, he has the cheek to ask me of my health? But then again he might have just been trying to be polite, but never the less.

"It is nothing to me Professor; I was merely attempting to be courteous." He replied, still staring.

I could take it no longer, "Stop staring at me Dr. Nelson, or I will be forced to remove your eyesight."

He chuckled "I thought you wanted to be looked at, oh well never mind, no harm done I suppose." Changing subjects quite abruptly he continued, "I hope this is the last operation" Casting his eyes towards me once again he hurried on, "So that we can start the training process of course."

I stared straight ahead not wanting to look at his eyes, so full of awareness and wisdom. I sound love sick I said silently to myself.

Striding almost noiselessly across the room (high heels make noise) I sat down in a chair opposite the operating table.

One of the surgeons taking part in the procedure gasped. When someone gasps in a life threatening situation, it is nearly always bad. Almost at once all the surgeons crowded around her cranium, inserting more needles and various instruments into her brain.

"What's wrong?" I heard Dr. Nelson call from across the room, has he never heard of an inside voice?

"Just a malfunction in the equipment, it will alright soon."

But the longer I sat there staring at the bustling surgeons the more it looked like this wasn't getting better. Quickly I strode over.

"Do you know who I am? Yes, good. I'm the one who pays you to do a damn good job. Now you are going to tell me what's wrong with my patient right now or suffer the consequences." I demanded at the nearest man.

"Well…um, see the problem is." He stuttered.

"Spit it out." I said cutting him off.

"Okay, something has gone wrong; we don't know whether it's the equipment or the patient herself."

At that moment one of the electrical drills malfunctioned, sending sparks flying, whilst making high pitched whining noises, and as the drill shook and shuddered, nobody seem to realise until the last minute that the drill was still lodged into Jaelin's skull.

"Get...It...Out!!" I screeched pointing at the drill, I didn't want millions of dollars to go down the drain because of a drill malfunctioning. While I watched the doctors rush around like headless chickens, fetching swabs and more chemicals and I was pushed to aside – roughly.

"Are we going to lose her now or will she be brain damaged or what?" I managed to ask one of the surgeons walking briskly past.

"No, no nothing that serious. Although there might be some scaring, but we can't really help that now can we? But could you please go into the waiting area, for this has now become a very, very delicate procedure, as we don't know what has occurred here. Please step out, thank you."

"Just one more thing, when will this operation conclude?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"Well, we will fix her up, evaluate what has happened and then send her back to you. Now can you please step outside?"

"That is no way to speak to me, you do know who I am, don't you? Fine I'll get out, but as soon as something happens, even if it is minuscule, you will get me straight away. Yes? Good."

At that I turned on my heel and stalked out of the room. Just because they are doctors gives them no right to speak to me like that, how rude. So there I found myself, in the sitting room sipping a skinny decaf latte whilst reading 'Who' magazine, waiting for this all to blow over.

A/N: I hope you all liked that chapter, I didn't, not really. Anyway, thank you to all that have reviewed and also added me to their Favorite Author or Story, blah blah blah…Thanks to those people and they can all get a brand new shiny Volvo (Just coz' Edward Cullen has one!!) LOL….sorry bout that. Argggghhhh, curse Australia!!!! We have to wait till December the 12th!!!!

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