Operating on him was one of the scariest moments in my life. I’ve been in the operating room plenty of times, observing and only stepping in with assistance. The people on those tables were strangers. Patients. This was different because Quasim wasn’t just a patient to me. He was family, so as much as my chest ached, and my heart slammed against my ribs, I had to trust that I knew what I was doing, and that Ramos would cut in when he felt that I didn’t have it.
and you saved him. only you did that hassan!
