Flash Fiction: The Wrong File Surgery

Nurul Fauziah Febriyanti/180410150005

I remember when last night I fell in love with a handsome young doctor who gave me his all warm attitude. He gave me his jacket when the rain fell down at Sukamaju bridge. But it was a dream that I rembered until I unconsciously fell down from Sukamaju bridge and busted my knee. Fortunately, there was a young handsome doctor saw me and helped me to take to the old hospital in Subang.

In ICU room, I was being checked by him. He wrote something on his book. I had to fix my busted knee with a sugery and moved to a surgery room. But surgery always makes me nervous even getting a tooth pulled. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.

Suddenly the door swung open. The doctor came with a cheery smile. “Ready to get this over with?”

“Yeah, as fast as possible.” I replied as I wiped my sweaty palms on my hospital gown.

He readied the sleeping gas and told me to lay down. “Don’t be nervous at all. I’ve done this procedure many times before and never failed.”

That made me feel a little better. He seemed very confident.

“Okay now count backwards from 100,” he said as he placed the mask over my face.

100 99 98 97 96 95 94 93 92 91…….wait this is weird, the last time I was put under I was unconscious before I got to 97. I went to raise my hand to let the surgeon know that something was wrong but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak either, but I could hear everything going on around me.

I heard the door open and the assistants enter the room.

“Ursula, could you hand me the patients file. I just wanna look over it quick.” the surgeon said in a shaky voice.

“Sure. You nervous?”

“Yeah, very. I’ve never done a surgery like this before.”

Suddenly all the anxiety that was flushed away by his fake confidence came rushing back. I wanted to be knocked out so bad. I desperately tried moving again but no luck. I couldn’t even open an eyelid.

“I feel bad for Mr Ryan, his files as thick as a phone book.”

My heart felt like it was going to burst. Who the hell is Mr Ryan? Does he think that’s me?

“Alright let’s just get this Kidney out, it can’t be that hard….”

Kidney? Oh god he’s got the wrong file. I felt like I could jump out of my skin. I concentrated all my energy into trying to yell out STOP! It was no use, my body was sleeping but my mind was racing.

I could feel the scalpel sliding down my hip. The pain was excruciating. Then I felt him peel back my skin.

“Alright, this looks like the spot im supposed to cut first……”

I felt a sharp pain in my chest, followed by the most horrifying words ever spoken by a surgeon….

“Oh no……..”

Word Count : 499

Reference : I took the idea from my father’s experience when he got the wrong surgery of his third molar tooth in RSUD Subang. The tooth must be the second molar but the doctor pulled the third molar.