Sep 05, 1:40 pm
I almost killed a young girl last night. If it hadn’t have been for Dr Kasal stepping in at the very last moment, she certainly would have slipped away. All that blood on my hands, that tiny life on my conscience, her mother’s tears a constant burden to me - and it would have genuinely been all be my fault.
You see I’d had a few beers. It wasn’t that many, but more then a competent surgeon would have induldged when on call. But I still went ahead with the operation, and worse still (as if I can get any worse then undertaking open heart surgery when under the influence) I let my friends come in and watch. I am a shameful human being.
They really wanted to see me at work and begged to be allowed into the operating theatre. I was weak and thought it would be fun, so I agreed. At first they were apprehensive but once the blood had been drained and they could clearly see what I was doing they all wanted a go. It was a mess with people grabbing the scalpel without a care in the world, and wasting the antiseptic gel. The patient kept slipping under but I was too busy showing off my defibrillator skills to really care about her condition.
I even remember at one point during the delicate procedure of triple heart bypass surgery that someone asked me if I wanted another beer from the fridge… and I said yes. I am a disgrace to the medical profession. I deserve to have my licence revoked and be thrown into prison for misconduct. However I am not the only one to blame. Nintendo should be ashamed of themselves for advertising their console as a fun, party platform. They enticed me with such frivolous titles as Wii Sports and Wario Ware. They led me to believe that I could grab a Wii mote when a little tipsy and game with my friends without consequences. Then before I knew it I was cutting up a small child in a bid to save her life, but I wasn’t prepared. I was still in the party mood. Trauma Centre: Second Opinion can be a very nerve-wracking game indeed if you don’t give it the proper attention.
I just hope the world can forgive my errors and that Dr Kasal will allow me to return to Hope hospital one day - perhaps without the aid of alcohol in the prep room!
