Whenever they are in surgery, they get sometimes down to chit-chats. Joe loves talking about high school dates, Malcolm loves jokes and she loves listening to them. The good thing about the chit-chats is it eases tension and they do their things smoothly without been too serious. And besides, it's kind of fun.
Nicole felt an urge to talk. She wished she had allowed Joe scrubbed in. Sometimes his mere presence is reassuring and his jokes were really calming. Even the scrub nurses like him.
Screw him! Stay focused Nicole.
"The bullet seems to be lying bellow the thoracic cavity," Nicole looked a little closer. "A low thoracotomy will do the magic. This guy is lucky; an inch more could've blasted his heart."
"Nice tat; huge though." A scrub nurse, Abby, commented.
Nicole looked at Abby for a second and then back at the man's shoulders. She had noticed the tattoo earlier but in order to stay focused, she tried to look more at the incisions she made on his chest. She remained silent for a moment as tons of questions began descended her mind again; the biggest and loudest question was; who the hell was PABLO?
“This guy is lucky.” She said again; shelving off the distraction her thoughts were likely to cause. “The bullet hit low; made little damage, that’s the price of living a rough life.”
“Dangerous life, if I may say” Abby giggled.
"Abby, are you ok? Your eyes look like you had a bad sex lately" Nicole gave Abby another look.
"I'm fine Dr. But before now, It’s more like a bad sex and a nasty hangover"
"Wow; looks like someone is also living a rough life." Nicole said. The rest of them laughed.