Chapter 25
The shelter's hospital was a mess. They were lacking supply. And they were trying to salvage equipment and medications that they were willing to forgo proper sanitation. Saddest part was some military personnel had died because of sepsis already. And if my operation went wrong, there would be a possibility that I'd lose my arm.
As they wheeled me into the Operating Room theater, antiseptic flooded my senses and I had to cough to clear it from my lungs. They had to strap me down on the operating table incase got conscious mid operation. I looked around. It looked like a typical Operating room with a lot less equipment, which really bothered me. Orthopedic operations usually have tons of things they need to prepare. Sometimes I wanted to be ignorant of what they'd do to me. Ignorance would have been a welcomed bliss.
