Dr. Carruthers and Dr. Whittington emerged from the O.R. after a five hour surgery, both ladies looking tired. And for good reason. Customarily, a procedure such as this one involved at least ten to fifteen people, but Gwen and Debra had been completely on their own.
All of Gwen's expertise with genetic hybrids had been called into play, and Debra had been unable to assist very much in keeping Blue's vitals under strict control. But, professionals as both women were, the beta raptor had done just fine on the operating table, her heartbeat solid and her breathing remained regular.
After stabilizing their patient in her recovery ward, Gwen urged Debra to change out of her scrubs and take a two or three hour break, get some food and a nap, since Blue would undoubtedly sleep through the night. She herself had spent the day in her office, sketching out the procedure one step at the time. A short nap and a pre-op exam later had seen Gwen taking Blue into surgery right about sunset, and now the clock in the hallway read just after one am.
Still in her greens, she came around the corner where Owen and Omega were still waiting, the latter pacing just as forcefully as he had been five hours ago. Owen simply looked...tired. To both of them, Gwen reported, "All's well. She'll probably sleep through the night, but she's out of the woods now, thank God." Looking at Omega, she cautioned, "Be sure not to jostle her. Not even by accident."
Not that she believed he would, but the surgical incision was...tender. She'd only given the male hybrid the barest description of the surgery, informing that InGen's tranquilizers had damaged some things inside Blue and the procedure was necessary to repair them. Which wasn't entirely a fabrication, in a certain light.
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All of Gwen's expertise with genetic hybrids had been called into play, and Debra had been unable to assist very much in keeping Blue's vitals under strict control. But, professionals as both women were, the beta raptor had done just fine on the operating table, her heartbeat solid and her breathing remained regular.
After stabilizing their patient in her recovery ward, Gwen urged Debra to change out of her scrubs and take a two or three hour break, get some food and a nap, since Blue would undoubtedly sleep through the night. She herself had spent the day in her office, sketching out the procedure one step at the time. A short nap and a pre-op exam later had seen Gwen taking Blue into surgery right about sunset, and now the clock in the hallway read just after one am.
Still in her greens, she came around the corner where Owen and Omega were still waiting, the latter pacing just as forcefully as he had been five hours ago. Owen simply looked...tired. To both of them, Gwen reported, "All's well. She'll probably sleep through the night, but she's out of the woods now, thank God." Looking at Omega, she cautioned, "Be sure not to jostle her. Not even by accident."
Not that she believed he would, but the surgical incision was...tender. She'd only given the male hybrid the barest description of the surgery, informing that InGen's tranquilizers had damaged some things inside Blue and the procedure was necessary to repair them. Which wasn't entirely a fabrication, in a certain light.