As usual Vienna had to go the hospital for work every morning. She had to take a cab every morning from home to work because her salary wasn't that big to buy a car. After all she had a full family to take care of. Her mom,Mrs Hadijah was already to old to do work that would bring in much money,she spent time home weaving and taking care of her only son.
The morning sun filtered softly through the hospital blinds, casting long shadows across the sterile operating room where Vienna stood, focused and resolute. The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was a steady companion as she worked meticulously, her hands steady despite the urgency of the situation. A patient with severe haemorrhage lay on the table, blood loss threatening to steal his life away if she faltered. "Scalpel," Vienna requested, her voice calm but commanding.Her team responded swiftly, passing instruments without hesitation. Years of training and countless hours in the OR had forged her into a surgeon who thrived under pressure. The operating room was a place where every second counted, where split-second decisions could mean the difference between life and death.
She scanned the patient's vitals continuously, coordinating with the anesthesiologist to manage blood pressure and oxygen levels. The steady rhythm of the heart monitor was her guide as she navigated through damaged tissues and fragile arteries. The air was thick with focus; every movement was deliberate, every instruction clear and concise.
Vienna's mind worked like a precise machine—anticipating complications, adjusting to unexpected challenges, and leading her team with an unshakeable calm. She was not just performing surgery; she was orchestrating a life-saving symphony where each member of the team played a crucial part.
As she sutured the final artery, Vienna allowed herself a brief moment to breathe. The patient was stable now, his vitals improving. She stepped back, wiping sweat from her brow and exchanging a tired but genuine smile with her nurse.
Later that afternoon, Vienna found herself in the modest kitchen of her family home, the aroma of spices and simmering stew filling the air. Her mother, Mrs. Hadijah, moved gracefully between pots and pans, her presence a comforting anchor in Vienna's often chaotic life.
"How was the surgery, dear?" Mrs. Hadijah asked, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and concern.
Vienna sank into a wooden chair, exhaustion evident but tempered by satisfaction. "It was tough. The patient was losing a lot of blood, but we managed to stabilize him. Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing enough."
Mrs. Hadijah reached over, placing a gentle hand on Vienna's. "You're doing more than enough. You're saving lives, and that means everything."
Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Raphael, Vienna's younger brother, who burst through the door with the energy only a teenager possessed.
"I aced my math test!" he announced, grinning from ear to ear.
Vienna laughed, her fatigue momentarily forgotten. "That's fantastic, Raphael. Keep it up."
Raphael's eyes darted between his sister and mother, sensing the undercurrents of tension that often surrounded their family. Money was tight, and the sacrifices they made were many, but they faced every challenge together.
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Later in the evening has Vienna prepared for bed, Jayden appeared quietly in the doorway of her room. If it wasn't Jayden,she would heavily be wondering how that person reached there. Jayden was always allowed home as he was there for her ever since her last relationship.Mrs Hadijah knew him and liked him very much.His presence was steady, a silent reminder that she was not alone. "Busy day," he observed softly.Vienna nodded, pulling a blanket tighter around herself. "It never ends. Patients, family, work... sometimes it feels like I'm running just to stay in place."Jayden stepped inside, sitting beside her on the edge of the bed. "You're stronger than you think. And you don't have to carry it all alone." Vienna looked at him, gratitude mingling with the weight of her thoughts. "Newton showed up again today. Tried to talk to me. Said he wanted to make things right."
Jayden's expression remained calm, but his eyes held a flicker of understanding. "And what do you want?" She hesitated, then spoke with quiet conviction. "I've moved on, Jayden. I can't undo the past, and I don't want to. What Newton did—it broke something I'm not sure can be fixed. I owe him nothing anymore." Jayden nodded, respecting her resolve. "Then hold on to that strength. You deserve peace—and happiness." Vienna closed her eyes, the weight of years pressing down but also a sense of clarity emerging. Her life was far from easy, marked by struggle and sacrifice, but it was hers—built on hard work, love, and resilience.
Her work as a surgeon was not just a job; it was a calling that demanded everything she had—skill, patience, and unwavering dedication. The long hours, the emotional toll of patient outcomes, and the constant pressure to perform at her best could have overwhelmed anyone else. But Vienna embraced it all, knowing that every life she saved was a testament to her commitment.
She thought of her patients—their families waiting anxiously outside the OR, the hope she carried for each one. The hospital was a battlefield, and she was both warrior and healer. The knowledge that her expertise could tip the scales between despair and hope fueled her resolve.
As Jayden left the room, Vienna whispered into the darkness, "I'm moving on. For me, for Raphael, for Mom. And nothing from the past will change that."