The surgical suite was a stark, sterile expanse under the unforgiving glare of the overhead lights. It resonated with subdued murmurs and the metallic clatter of surgical instruments. Laid out on the surgical bed, Rohan’s countenance mirrored his internal turmoil – a maelstrom of fear and anxiety. The diligent nurses bustled around him, their movements efficient yet cautious as they prepared for an unpredictable surgery. The cold sting of the antiseptic on his skin heightened his awareness of the impending uncertainty. Seeking an escape from the disquieting clamor, he closed his eyes, his thoughts meandering back to the soothing rhythm of his pastoral life. And then before he knew it, the anesthesia kicked in and his muscles started to relax…
As the surgery began, the surgeon’s hands remained unwavering despite the looming uncertainty. The first incision was executed with sharp precision, slicing through the silence that blanketed the operating room.