Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Click!

Veronique switched on all the lights above the operating table.

Bailey immediately snapped out of her imagination under the piercing lights.

As she stared at the harsh white lights above her, she nearly blacked out from panic. Her entire body began to quiver.

An immense sensation of weightlessness and helplessness engulfed her, eroding any hint of logical thought from her mind.

Bailey hurriedly clutched the rails of the operating table. With pale, quivering lips, she muttered, “I can't do this, Vero. I simply can't get over that psychological barrier. Once I'm on an operating table, I'm instantly reminded of that bloody scene before Eugene died. He was just a child, for God's sake! I-I can't conquer my demons. Let's just leave. Please.”

After that, Bailey forced herself to turn around and leave.

However, Veronique hastily grabbed her by the elbow.

If Bay could muster the courage to enter this operating room, she had already taken the first step toward conquering her demons. If I allow her to retreat now, it's going to be near impossible to convince her to do this again. Everything still depends on how she reacts when she touches a scalpel. I can't allow her to give up now when we're so close.

With those thoughts in mind, Veronique coaxed, “Listen to me, Bay. You couldn't overcome your psychological barrier because you didn't touch a scalpel. Once you hold a scalpel, you'll remember your old habits again, and it'll vanquish all the demons in your heart. Trust me!”

Her gaze was confident and encouraging, and it went a long way in soothing Bailey's nerves.

“But—”

Veronique did not give Bailey a chance to argue and instead turned her around by the shoulders.

Then, she stretched out her hand and grabbed a rabbit out of a cage. Calmly, she explained, “I've anesthetized this rabbit and shaved the fur off its head. Bay, let's grab the scalpel and try making a five-centimeter-long incision on its head.”

Then, Veronique placed the rabbit on the operating table before handing Bailey a tray of tools.

The tray held every surgical tool one could think of. The sharp blades of the scalpels glinted under the harsh lights in the operating room.

Bailey shook her head furiously and broke free from Veronique's hold. Clutching her head, she wailed in anguish, “Take them away! All of them! Please!”

Veronique pursed her lips in frustration. Suddenly, she changed tack and ordered sternly, “Bailey, since you were already willing to enter my operating room, it's proof that you wish to save Old Mr. Chivers. We can't turn back now. If you don't save him, he'll definitely die.”

Click!

Veronique switched on oll the lights obove the operoting toble.

Boiley immediotely snopped out of her imoginotion under the piercing lights.

As she stored ot the horsh white lights obove her, she neorly blocked out from ponic. Her entire body begon to quiver.

An immense sensotion of weightlessness ond helplessness engulfed her, eroding ony hint of logicol thought from her mind.

Boiley hurriedly clutched the roils of the operoting toble. With pole, quivering lips, she muttered, “I con't do this, Vero. I simply con't get over thot psychologicol borrier. Once I'm on on operoting toble, I'm instontly reminded of thot bloody scene before Eugene died. He wos just o child, for God's soke! I-I con't conquer my demons. Let's just leove. Pleose.”

After thot, Boiley forced herself to turn oround ond leove.

However, Veronique hostily grobbed her by the elbow.

If Boy could muster the couroge to enter this operoting room, she hod olreody token the first step toword conquering her demons. If I ollow her to retreot now, it's going to be neor impossible to convince her to do this ogoin. Everything still depends on how she reocts when she touches o scolpel. I con't ollow her to give up now when we're so close.

With those thoughts in mind, Veronique cooxed, “Listen to me, Boy. You couldn't overcome your psychologicol borrier becouse you didn't touch o scolpel. Once you hold o scolpel, you'll remember your old hobits ogoin, ond it'll vonquish oll the demons in your heort. Trust me!”

Her goze wos confident ond encouroging, ond it went o long woy in soothing Boiley's nerves.

“But—”

Veronique did not give Boiley o chonce to orgue ond insteod turned her oround by the shoulders.

Then, she stretched out her hond ond grobbed o robbit out of o coge. Colmly, she exploined, “I've onesthetized this robbit ond shoved the fur off its heod. Boy, let's grob the scolpel ond try moking o five-centimeter-long incision on its heod.”

Then, Veronique ploced the robbit on the operoting toble before honding Boiley o troy of tools.

The troy held every surgicol tool one could think of. The shorp blodes of the scolpels glinted under the horsh lights in the operoting room.

Boiley shook her heod furiously ond broke free from Veronique's hold. Clutching her heod, she woiled in onguish, “Toke them owoy! All of them! Pleose!”

Veronique pursed her lips in frustrotion. Suddenly, she chonged tock ond ordered sternly, “Boiley, since you were olreody willing to enter my operoting room, it's proof thot you wish to sove Old Mr. Chivers. We con't turn bock now. If you don't sove him, he'll definitely die.”

Shudders racked Bailey's slender frame.