Jack nodded and watched the middle-aged bald man in the white coat intently. He was being shown around the room that he would perform Christian's surgery the next day. He was surprised; this room definitely passed as an operating theatre. It certainly had all the equipment he would need.
The man with Jack, named Ron, turned around to face the three men and one woman that were also in the room and adorned in white coats.
"These are the team that, along with me, will be with you in the surgery tomorrow." The man told Jack.
"Do they have any experience?" Jack asked sceptically.
"Of a sort, yes. They aren't surgeons but they are trained. They work in er- well yes they've had medical experience," Ron changed his sentence abruptly but Jack remembered Brett's words and couldn't help but have a nagging feeling that he was going to say 'clinic'.
"Will Ben be present?" Jack enquired casually.
"No, Ben will be busy with other things, but we have our methods of communication if needed," Ron replied rather forcefully, but seemed tense.
"Well, it's time to go. We'll see you at 9 am sharp tomorrow morning, Jack." Ron added, and followed the rest of his team out of the door. Jack caught sight of one of the Other's walkie-talkie's sitting on the bench near the door and lagged behind a little. He made a spur of the moment decision and quickly grabbed it, shoving in his jeans and pulling his shirt back over it as he closed the door behind him.
Jack walked through the neat house, heading for his bedroom. He passed Kate on the way, sitting on a lounge talking to Sophie. It figured- Sophie hadn't left her side the last few days, determined that he wouldn't be alone with Kate.
" – gone tomorrow," Jack caught the end of Sophie's sentence and halted in surprise just outside the lounge room door.
"You'll be here on your own, but that's ok isn't it?" Sophie was asking.
"That's fine, that's fine," Kate replied.
"I won't be back till tomorrow afternoon, but you should be ok. I don't want you to leave the house," Sophie stated as Jack continued back to his room. He had heard everything he wanted to.
She knows I'll be tied up with the operation tomorrow… Jack mused to himself as he sat down on the bed. He removed the walkie-talkie from his jeans and took off the back section, pulling out a fat battery and pushing it deep into one of his front jean pockets. Replacing the back section he slowly turned the device over in his hands.
Jack woke early and headed for the hatch that he knew contained the operating room, the walkie-talkie tucked tightly in his jeans and thudding slightly against his well-toned right leg. He passed Ron and his team on his way through.
"We'll be in a minute, we have to bring Christian," Ron said gruffly and Jack nodded. When he reached the room he quickly placed the walkie-talkie back into it's previous place and then proceeded to get ready. He couldn't help thinking about how long it had been since he had operated in a theatre like this one.
Ron and his team brought Christian in on a stretcher and slowly edged him onto the bed.
"You ready?" Jack asked gruffly.
"Yes," Christian's face was lined and he looked as though he had been through a lot in his life. His clearly once black hair was more of a faded grey and he had a long jagged scar on his cheek that Jack could not take his eyes away from. Jack grabbed a needle off his table and injected the anaesthetic into Christian's arm.
"Count back from ten for me please," Jack said.
"Ten, Nine, Eight, Sev..en, Si-" and he was out.
"Let's begin."
A/N: There you go, lol. Sorry about the wait - i had my Year 10 exams, blah blah and i've actually had this chapter written for awhile and forgot about it in all my busy-ness. Oops. Anyway hope you like - I am now preparing for what may be the last or second last chapter. Please review it's very appreciated:-)
