Apr 06, 2006 22:16
After putting Gabriel under, W wasted no time in getting the tiny, delicate shunts repaired, sealing them off and stopping the bleeding neatly. This time, she'd gone in through the sinuses with a nose probe, tiny instruments guided by screens. He was only lucky the blood was contained in the brain matter and didn't leak into the CSF.
Several hours later, she finished, dialling down the anaesthetic and waiting for him to wake up while she hunted down some painkillers for the headache she got from hunching over such tiny work.