Illeanna was completely anesthetized and sprawled out on the surgical table as the two men scrubbed their hands in a large metal sink right outside of the OR. James watched her closely as he prepared to surgically repair her compound fracture. Her chest would rise and fall in an artificial, almost robotic way as the ventilator pushed air forcefully into her lungs.
"I can't wait to open her up James. She looks just like a porcelain doll laying on that table." Tom stated, the arousal dripping in his voice.
James didn't say a word as he felt a twinge of annoyance at Tom's comment. She was his girl and he didn't want to share.
The two men walked into the surgical suite and quickly began to prep her body for surgery. James picked up bandage scissors and carefully cut off her clothing, slowly revealing her perky double D sized breasts. He then took a small blanket and tucked it neatly around her torso then moved down to her leg. Her leg was painted slowly and thoroughly with iodine then hoisted up into the air onto cold, steel plates. The rest of her body was draped with sterile sheets only exposing the portion of her leg they would be operating on. Sponges, scalpels, and other various medical instruments were counted and confirmed carefully. Soon the metal trays filled with surgical tools were wheeled up next to the bed and the men were ready to get started.
Tom carefully picked up the cold, metal scalpel and firmly holding it in his right hand made a clean incision around 3 inches above the open wound.
"Ok James, we are going to place the retractors, resect this ligament, then secure the bone with an ilizarov frame. Please assist me with placement, cauterization, and suction."
"I have the bovey ready Tom, please proceed." James replied as he held the cautery tool in his right hand, watching intently as Tom worked on re-setting the damaged tibia.
James placed the retractor and soon before he knew it, the two men were working on suturing and securing the external fixation device which completed the surgery. The two cleaned up the surgical site and worked on weening their patient off of anesthesia. Ensuring two IV's were set up and a urinary catheter was placed, the two men carefully moved Ileanna on to the stretcher and wheeled her out of the operating room.
"Tom, I'm going to grab an antibiotic and extra fluids from supply. Stay with her for a few will you?" James eyed Tom nervously wondering how long he would be hanging around.
Tom sat next to Ileanna running his hand lightly along her inner thigh, her body still just covered with the thin blanket from the OR.
"Take your time James" Tom muttered softly, clearly preoccupied with his unconscious patient.
"Tom..." James stated carefully but was suddenly cut off.
"James...since college. I have wanted one...since college! Since before the time we first met as roommates, since before I even knew what a masochist even was...since the time we set up the LOH that is ALL THAT I COULD THINK ABOUT. And now here you stand acting as if you did NOTHING wrong...acting like you haven't known and TRUSTED me for almost 20 years!" Tom stood up suddenly and kicked one of the flimsy metal rolling tables close to the bed. The loud sound of the metal crashing to the floor echoed through the halls as Tom stood there breathing heavily, red in the face waiting for James to reply.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME! So don't even THINK about trying to lecture me..."
"I'm not going to lecture you Tom." James interrupted then firmly stated setting his jaw and turning around, he took a few steps towards his colleague standing only inches away from him holding his stare: "She's. not. ready."
"Why?" Tom snapped sharply as he took a step back. "Because she requires heavy sedatives? Yea you think I missed that?! Her pupils were massive, reflexes diminished, delayed reaction times...do I need to go on? I am NOT going to damage her! You owe me and you know it. So get her better, and pay your debt."
"She was sedated because she was out of control Tom. I watched the video of what happened. She stood up in a panic, caught her foot on bed sheets, cracked her ankle, then continued to walk. I'm not even convinced she has intact peroneal sensation because nobody does what that girl did with normal neurological function! Now can you imagine what damage could be done if we just started toying with her body and putting her on display? Masochists are rare, we both know that, sexy masochists are 1 in a million, so if you think that I, for one minute, am going to jeopardize the life of a perfect specimen simply because my best friend wants a crack at her then you are SADLY misinformed! And I will sedate her until the day she dies if that's what's required but IF you are the friend I think I know, and the friend that also TRUSTS me, then you will understand what a delicate situation this is!" And with that James made a sharp turn towards the door and confidently walked towards the exit to the room.
"James..." Tom said quietly, an intense unblinking stare directed at his friend.
James stood in the doorway for a moment, pausing but not turning around. "I know Tom. I know." and with that a moment later James walked out into the hallway and out of site.
