Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 90 ~ Critical

ATHENA

Isabelle's lips curl into a small but encouraging smile.

"Alright. I'll be there. But you, Dr. Dawson will be the one leading the operation."

My stomach drops at the thought.

"Lead? But I'm not ready for this. This is a complex case. I don't think-"

She raises a hand, cutting me off. "Listen. I know what you're thinking, but you've been trained for this moment. You know the procedures, the protocols, and the risks. You're ready. Don't let your doubts cloud your skills. I'll be there every step of the way, ready to back you up if needed. But you've got this. Believe in yourself."

I swallow hard, trying to push down the anxiety that's rising like a tidal wave in my chest. My palms feel clammy as I grip the file in my hands tighter.

"You can do this, Athena," Isabelle continues, her voice soft and reassuring. "I'm sure you've been through worse. This is no different. You've got the knowledge, and more importantly, you've got the heart. I'll be right behind you."

Her words give me a sliver of confidence, even though it's hard to shake the weight of Leah's words that felt like a trap. I'm slowly starting to get ready for this, and yet, somehow, my mind shifts into something more positive.

Mum and Dad, are you watching me from heaven?

Are you proud of me?

I'm about to walk into an operating room as the lead surgeon.

I calm myself, remembering everything I've learned, every drill,

you can do this!" Isabelle gives me a brief nod and stands. "I'll meet you

and sterile, and the hum of the machines sends a

The

to stay calm, breathe, and take it one step at a time. and it's been working because I feel more ready here

table, my eyes flickering over the sterile drapes that cover the patient.

It's my turn.

deep breath, I make

piece of machinery. I can't afford mistakes. I glance at Isabelle for reassurance, but she's focused, watching, waiting for me to

the scalpel carefully. The tissue yields under my hands,

smooth cut.

aren't

like the world slows down

sound of the heart beating louder in my ears

I guide the sutures in thread after thread until the heart is once

a silent sigh of relief. We're not out of the woods yet, but

"Good work," she

moment lingers, and I realize she's right. I've done it. I've led the surgery. For once, the weight of expectation

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the patient is stable, and the surgery is a success. I stand at the foot of the bed, watching the