Page 116 of The Doctor's Truth

“You can back out of this anytime, you know,” I tell him. “Even now. Just say the word and we’ll stop. No one will blame you.”

Donovan’s gaze meets me. “I know. I can be ready and nervous, right?”

“Right.”

His eyes flicker away from me and land on my table of sterilized tools—a handful of different-sized blades. “It’s not the procedure,” he says. “Going under the knife, it just…brings up weird things for me.”

“You want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly.” He seems to think, then says, “Do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Just don’t cut me open to the fucking Beastie Boys.”

Even here, lying flat on the operating table in a hospital gown with the spotlights on him, he still has the energy to rib me.

“I’ll do you one better.” I nod to my tech—my hands are sterilized—and tell her: “Press play.”

She turns on my music. Otis Redding fills the room.

“Kenzi made the playlist,” I explain. “Based it on your records at home. She titled it, Don’t fuck it up.”

Donovan laughs at that, a genuine chuckle. “Love it.”

The anesthesiologist nods to me. “We’re ready when you are, Dr. King.”

I stand next to Donovan. “You want to hold my hand?”

He’s quiet for a second, and then pride gives way to need. “Okay.”

I lace my fingers with his. I hold his hand as the anesthesiologist fits the mask over Donovan’s mouth and nose. He inhales, and his eyelids fight it briefly before slipping closed.

I wait until he’s completely lost consciousness before I unwind my fingers from his and gently set his hand back down on the bed.

“Alright,” I say, calm and in control. “Let’s get to work.”

57

Kenzi

Otto, Pearl, and I are waiting with bated breath when the exam room door finally opens up.

A doctor I haven’t seen before steps in with a big smile and far too much energy. “Hey! I’m Surgeon Elliot Caulder.” He glances at me and Pearl. “I’ll guess you two are twins. And this must be Otto, right?”

Otto nods shyly. “Yep.”

“Great. I’m the pediatric surgeon, and I’ll be assisting in the surgery today. Before we go any further, I’m going to need help from my handy assistant…” I only notice now that he has a hand behind his back, and when he pulls it forward, I can see that he’s holding a plush teddy bear with a bandage over its head. “This is Rex, our recovery bear. If you’d like, you can hold him while I go over the procedure with the adults.”

“I’m twelve,” Otto says, deadpan and unimpressed. “Not a baby.”

“Alrighty!” Dr. Caulder pulls up a chair in front of me and Pearl, the bear sitting in his lap. “Let’s talk.”

“How’s Donovan?” I ask.

“As far as I’ve been told, the surgery is going smoothly. They’re about halfway through, which is when we want to get started prepping Otto. That way, the kidney has less time floating around before it’s transplanted. Now, a couple things you should know—”

He walks us through it. Complications that can arise during the surgery. Complications that can arise after the surgery. And then, once he’s prepped us on everything from kidney rejection to shark attack, he clasps his hands together and says, “I’m going to give the three of you a couple minutes, and then we’ll come in and start prepping Superman here.”

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