Clamp. Lap pad. Retract.
My hands moved the way they’ve been trained to move — steady, deliberate, fast when speed mattered, slow when precision mattered more. The residents watched. They always watch during my cases. I could feel their attention sharpen when the liver repair got difficult.
I didn’t falter.
I couldn’t afford to.
At 6:48 a.m., I placed continue reading …
