I finish hooking up the monitors, and sigh in relief as it shows stability in the patient. I pick up the chart and start to scan through the details, just to make sure - for the umpteenth time - that I didn't miss anything during surgery.
The Gardevoir suffered blunt-force trauma that caused visceral damage that I couldn't detect in the field. Even if I had, it would be too risky to perform surgery without a professional atmosphere - I needed an intravenous drip for both morphine and blood, as the surgery was pretty damn invasive.
Most of the injuries included tissue tearing and trauma in the organs. Thankfully, I didn't have to perform any transplants - all the damage was reparable. There were a few things I couldn't use contemporary techniques on - such as the bruising to the kidneys. That required an extremely careful application of concentrated Oran Berry. Extremely careful.
However, there were certain things that could be fixed with traditional surgical techniques. Such as the small rupture in her small intestines. It was small enough not to be incredibly severe, but it was still a rupture in her small intestines, so it was severe enough.
Also, there was a small cut on her left lung. It was caused by one of the fractured ribs that I had to repair. Thing is, it was just a small cut, but if it had been left unchecked it would have torn, and her lung would have collapsed.
That was about the extent of her visceral injuries. Her Lymphatic system was fine, thank goodness. And now, all that I've got to do is make sure that she remains stable, and that her heart-rate doesn't -
Oh, son of a bitch!
Her heart-rate is fucking skyrocketing! It's like she's having a panic attack or something - she's even starting to cry in her sleep and stuff...
Before I can do anything, she bursts upright, crying and sobbing as she clasps her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide in fear as she recovers from...whatever. I immediately place a hand on her shoulder, and she jerks away from me. I frown as I gently grasp her arm to calm and lie her down, before she hurts herself.
"Hey," I say, gently. "Calm down - you've got to lay down, alright?"
She looks to me, tears streaking down her cheeks and pooling in her eyes. She freezes, and her arms go limp as she stares at me.
I wait for her to react, and I'm quite surprised when she sniffles and practically collapses into me and wraps her arms around my waist. I stare in shock as she cries into my chest, and after a moment I awkwardly rest my hands on her arms in an attempt to comfort her.
We stay that way for about fifteen minutes, the Gardevoir crying into my chest as I awkwardly attempt to comfort her, trying to avoid as much contact as possible. When she finally pulls away and rubs her eyes, my shirt is damp with tears, and I'm rather confused and...a bit uncomfortable.
She sniffles a few times, and I'm able to get her to lie down on the bed. I check all the connections and make sure they're still in place as she close her eyes. Once I'm sure that everything's as it should be, I stand and turn to leave. I look back to her for a moment, and pause as I consider what just happened. I shake my head and run a hand through my hair with a sigh as I exit the room and walk to my study.