Cosmetic And Plastic Surgery Centre
Sarah became more and more anxious as the time approached she was going to be called. She had partially read all magazines that had been laid out in the waiting area, and the waiting game and uncertainty was going on her nerves. She asked herself whether the procedure would be painful, whether she would get a general anaesthetic and how long it would take until everything could be back to normal. It was exactly this uncertainty that made her become ever more tense. Perhaps it had been a mistake nevertheless to come here. Sarah was still completely deep in thought when the door opened and a lady in her forties entered the waiting area.
"Miss Pollock?" She addressed Sarah, "you're the next then. Would you please follow me?"
Sarah rose rigidly.
"I am nurse Claire. I will get you ready for the operation," the lady explained in a friendly manner.
"Will it...will it hurt?" Sarah asked fearfully.
Nurse Claire shook her head, "you get a local aesthetic. Then a small cut is made and the catheter is introduced so that the fatty tissue can first be liquefied and then sucked out. You do not feel anything at all."
"That's good. I'm quite sensitive to pain," he looked around, "where can I get undressed?"
"Right there in the back," the nurse pointed to a side room, "I'll wait for you."
Sarah went into the room and closed the door over. Tiredly she leaned against it. She closed her eyes and suddenly felt something salty on her lips. She had not felt so lonely and helpless for a long time. Everything in her revolted to go out there in order to undergo this procedure. The most diverse feelings raged in her body. It was not only the thought of the procedure that worried her, it was also the bad conscience that she had in relation to her mother and Max and the thought, how should she explain to them that she had spent her whole savings on the perfect body.
"Are you ready?" Nurse Claire slowly became impatient.
Sarah wiped her tears off her face energetically and hurried to put on the surgery gown. Whatever doubts she till had, it was too late now. She had decided this way and had to bring it to an end now. She gathered all her courage and opened the door, "yes," she nodded, "I'm ready now."
On the freeway
"Couldn't you drive a little faster?" Christian urged Sean.
"I'm almost driving at the limits of the car," Sean answered irately, "if I drive any faster the police will be behind us."
"We're taking my car the next time", said Christian and looked nervously at the clock, "we lost too much time."
"We're almost there. You see, there's the sign already indicating the hospital. From here there is only a few meters", said Sean reassuring, "have you actually got a plan?"
"What do you mean by plan?" Christian regarded his friend scrunching his forehead.
"Just the way I said it. She went to this clinic to get an operation done. She will surely not leave by own accord."
"That's why we have Kimber," Christian cast a glance to the back seat above his shoulder where Kimber was sleeping peacefully, "if we manage to wake her up."
Sean shook his head, "I didn't take your suspicions seriously at first. I didn't think Sarah was really capable of simply running off and putting herself under such a drastic procedure. I'm sorry!"
Christian looked at him surprised, "you shouldn't be sorry for that. I'm sorry I wasn't mistaking," he let out a sigh, "I have no idea how should I explain this to Gail. Somehow I feel responsible for the whole situation as well."
"You're not and Gail knows that too. Sarah had the inclination to become a model long before she knew her half brother is a plastic surgeon. Kimber told us. So you're not to blame."
Sean turned off at the parking lot of the clinic and stopped, "maybe you should gently wake her up now," he said to Christian meaning Kimber.
"Not necessary. I was only dozing," Kimber got out the car on wobbly legs and straightened up moaning, "I'm quite dizzy," she cast Sean a reproachful glance, "you have a terrible way of driving, Sean! How can Julia take this?"
"She mostly drives her own car," he explained and grinned.
"No time for disputes," Christian said determined, "we have no time to lose!" He went ahead and left the other two simply standing there.
"Can you?" Sean asked who noticed how pale Kimber was.
She nodded, "it's always worse if I sit in the back in the car." She smiled tormented, "a little fresh air, and then it will be all right again."
Christian stepped into the hall of the clinic and went straight to the reception, "Dr. Troy. You called my colleague and told him Sarah Pollock was waiting here at the clinic for a procedure," he said hastily.
The woman nodded, "she was sitting in the waiting room for almost two hours, but she was taken in by a nurse a quarter of an hour ago."
Christian suddenly had the feeling as if an ice cold hand would've been grabbing after him, "does that mean we came too late?" He asked with a blank voice.
The woman nodded regrettingly, "it seems unfortunately so. I'm very sorry. But if our patients gave their written agreement, there is hardly another possibility of preventing the procedure."
"What happened?" Sean saw immediately from Christian's tormented facial expression that something must have happened.
"We're too late..." He muttered, "Sarah's already in the operating room."
Kimber let out an indescribable cry and held herself up by the receptionist desk.
"Where's the operating room?" Sean asked.
"You can't go in there during an operation," the receptionist said resolutely.
"We want to wait for her," Christian explained, "so where can the family members of the patients wait?"
"Go to the end of the corridor and then the second door to the right. There's the control room where they monitor the patients after surgery. You can wait there. At the moment it's empty. The operating room is right across from it."
"Thanks," Sean forced a smile. He pulled Christian by the arm with himself, "you go with Kimber into the control room over there", he said quietly to Christian when they were going down the hall, "and I try to get into the operating room."
Christian twitched, "wait a minute Sean, she is my sister, not yours!"
Sean nodded, "true, but you're too emotional. You will muddle up everything."
Kimber nodded, "where I must admit he's exceptionally , just this once right", she sighed.
Christian put his hands on his hips and looked at the two reproachfully, "that's great, is that a conspiracy against me?"
"We have no time for pointless discussions," Sean opened the door to the control room and let the other two in, "watch him so he doesn't act daft," he whispered to Kimber too.
She grinned, "no worries. I'll watch out for him." She became serious again. "Good luck, Sean!"
He nodded and then left the room.
