17 Blood - Henrik & Sean/Jack & Anti (Jacksepticeye Egos)
He breathed trying to keep his hands steady as he operated on Sean. “Just another body to save.” He told himself with miniscule success. The glitched laughter echoed through the medical room but he could not rip his eyes away from this. Sean’s life depended on this, on his skill to do what he does best.
The static didn’t stop. It only seemed to get heavier and heavier in his ears, consuming all other sounds besides the rapid shrill beep of his patient’s weakening heart. His eyes flitted to the “code button” as blue as the ice that seemed to be tricking into his veins, making him suppress a shiver.
It was everywhere. He could feel the crimson liquid slicking up his fingertips outside his surgical gloves as they slipped against themselves. Every issue he detected, every broken vessel he cauterized or stabilized it seemed another split open, spurting more blood onto his soaked crimson gown.
He heard himself calling for adrenaline but all he could focus on is the deafening wailing of the Holter Monitor, the feeling of Sean’s ribs giving with little cracks and pops as he pounded into his chest and the ventilator began to achingly wheeze.
His arms were becoming as heavy as lead, his heart even heavier with every press. But nothing else existed in this moment as he was shouting names of substances he wasn’t even sure were appropriate.
He could barely breathe as his stethoscope tangled itself around its neck. But such a trivial matter as air didn’t matter. Not when his best friend was dying on the operating table under his shaking red hands.
His thoughts raced in the background as his mind seemed to shut down with his soul inside it. His body acting on training alone. He gasped out a breath as shrill beeping returned to the room. Suddenly his mind was shoved back into the room as the floor felt floaty beneath his feet and the room began to turn at angles he didn’t realize were possible. He fell back into a chair he didn’t know was in the room as the world sluggishly came into focus as he felt his legs shake with every racing skip he could now hear rushing in his ears from inside.
“OK” and “stable” floated by and he hung his head wearily as if his neck muscles had collapsed under the strain of the past hours. “It’s okay” he murmured to himself in German until the static came back with a growl
“Don’t be so sure Doctor-