1. Stairway to Perdition: Part 2: Francesca


    Date: 11/13/2016, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: B0swell0x, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    change for theatre staff had intervened. Drew went down at half past eight to find that Jasmine had been brought from the ward. She was already looking better as she was wheeled into the anaesthetic room. He went to the Surgeon’s room to change into theatre scrubs. Dr Rajiv Singh, the on call anaesthetist, was already there, changed and reading a book. “Hi, Rajiv. You gassing for us?” he enquired. “Yes, my friend. Is George coming too?” “He is, but I am doing it.” “Bloody hell. They will be letting the porters do the surgery next,” joked Dr Singh. “Come on, let’s get her under then.” He led the way to the anaesthetic room, passing George, who had just arrived, on the way. “I see you are about to trust the new boy, old chap,” he chortled as he slid by. “Got to get them bloodied sometime,” laughed George. “This one is as good as any.” Drew looked in on Jasmine in the anaesthetic room. She lay quietly on the trolley looking very apprehensive. He smiled at her. “All over soon,” he reassured her. “This is Dr Singh... he is going to put you to sleep.” “Now you will just feel a little prick on the back of your hand,” said Dr Singh kindly, and, seeking to generate a smile went on, “You know, we doctors say some very damn silly things to our patients in this situation.” Jasmine giggled a little. He injected the initial sedative into her vein. ”Just relax and count backwards from ten...” “Ten ... nine... eight,” counted Jasmine, the last number was slurred, “seven..." and she was gone. ...
    Dr Singh tilted her head backwards and using the laryngoscope expertly slipped the endotracheal tube down her throat into the larynx. He connected it via the breathing tubes to the anaesthetic machine. Drew went into the theatre and was directed towards the scrub up area. The scrub nurse and her sterile trolley of instruments, sterile sheets dressing and swabs were already prepared and waiting. Standing in the scrubbing area was the nurse in charge of the shift, Sister Mary Featherstone. In the few weeks he had been working there, they had not yet encountered each other. Mary was in her late twenties, a tall, slim, athletic featured, young woman wearing green theatre scrubs which only revealed her general shape, topped off by a green cap which covered her hair and ears completely. Only her dark eyes were visible above her face mask. She looked straight at Drew. He thought those eyes displayed a hint of disdain. “George tells me you are going to do this,” she said, not very encouragingly, “I suppose there has to be a first time for everything. In here now and let me watch you scrub up. Have you done it before?” She guided him into the scrub up area which was in a little side room opening off the theatre itself. “Oh yes,” replied Drew, “I have assisted the surgeons quite a few times.” Pulling a pair of long handled taps protruding from the wall towards him Drew washed his forearms with some bright yellow soap solution from an elbow operated dispenser, before picking up a brush ...
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