A disaster.
My mind went completely blank. Those two words were the only things echoing in my head.
Panic. Pure, suffocating panic.
The more terrified I felt, the more chaotic my movements became. I scrambled to correct the dosage, but my fingers were already trembling uncontrollably. My palms were slick with sweat, making it nearly impossible to keep a firm grip on the syringe.
"Don't panic. Unpredictable spikes happen all the time in the OR." A steady hand reached out, firmly gripping my elbow to anchor me. His other hand slid directly over mine, enveloping it completely, wrapping his long fingers securely around my shaking ones.
With slow, deliberate precision, he guided my hand, smoothly pushing the propofol into the IV.
Caspian's breath brushed against my ear, his voice low, calm, and utterly composed. "The most important thing is keeping your nerve. So, hold steady, Dr. Hayes."
On the monitor, the infant's BIS index slowly dropped, stabilizing perfectly at fifty-two.
Caspian seamlessly executed two additional adjustments, confirming the infant was back under deep sedation. Once he verified the blood pressure readings were flawless, he gave a crisp nod to the lead surgeon.
The operation resumed. The crisis was averted in seconds, and everything fell back into a meticulous, rhythmic pace.
I maintained absolute, hyper-focused concentration for the rest of the procedure. Just as Caspian had commanded, my racing heart miraculously leveled out.
Caspian didn't touch another instrument until the surgery concluded. He simply stood right by my side, an anchor in the storm.
"Thank you, Dr. Cross. If you hadn't been there today, I would have made a fatal mistake," I told him the second we stepped out of the OR, my voice tight with lingering adrenaline.
"Relax. You weren't going to make a mistake. The sky won't fall on your watch. And if it does, I'm tall enough to hold it up." Caspian flashed that effortless, easygoing smile and patted my shoulder before shifting his tone. "Besides, your reflexes are incredible. You froze for a second, sure, but your muscle memory is flawless. You were never going to mess it up."
He was just trying to make me feel better.


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