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"In Your Hands"

(The complete Best Friends Anesthesia Story)

It was quiet in the OR.

Not cold or threatening –

but warm, soft, like a sanctuary.

The light was gently dimmed,

the air cool and clear,

filled with the soft hum of the anesthesia machine,

working calmly and faithfully beside them.

Clara lay on the table.

Her hands rested relaxed at her sides.

Her white dress lightly hugged her skin.

A thin IV line lay on the back of her hand,

almost forgotten.

Her gaze wandered around the room –

and found Elena.

Elena stood at the head of the table.

Casually dressed in light blue scrubs,

a fine strand of hair escaping from under her cap,

her face soft, alert, and warm.

Clara gave a faint smile.

And Elena returned it –

that real, familiar smile

that said:

"I'm here. I'm watching over you."

No words needed.

Just a look that was enough.

Slowly, Elena stepped closer.

She gently stroked Clara’s forehead,

pushing a strand of hair back.

"Ready, my best one?"

Her voice was calm, almost tender.

Clara gave a slight nod.

The tension melted from her body.

"Just breathe calmly. I'll take you over."

Elena reached for the mask.

The clear dome gleamed in the light,

the soft blue cuff looked like a promise.

She tested it gently,

her fingers lovingly gliding over the silicone,

checking, making sure.

Then, with an almost ceremonial motion,

she lowered the mask onto Clara’s face.

The moment of contact.

Clara felt the soft cuff against her skin.

Feather-light at first, then gently sealing.

No pressure.

Only protection.

She took a breath.

Oxygen flowed coolly through the mask.

"Just oxygen," whispered Elena,

her thumb stroking reassuringly over Clara’s cheek.

"Breathe calmly. I'm here with you."

First conscious breath.

The air was fresh, clear, pure.

It filled Clara’s chest,

washing away every trace of unease.

Second breath.

The mask molded perfectly to her face.

Every movement soft, secure.

Third breath.

Clara’s body began to relax.

Her heartbeat slowed.

"I'm safe," she thought.

"Because she's here."

A soft click.

"Now a little nitrous oxide,"

said Elena, a smile in her voice.

"Sweet dreams, nice and easy."

Clara immediately felt the change.

Fourth breath – with nitrous oxide.

The air grew sweeter, softer.

A fine tingling spread through her body.

Fifth breath.

Her arms became lighter.

The world seemed to widen,

as if she were floating on water.

"Let yourself drift," she thought.

"You’re in good hands."

Another click.

"Now sevoflurane, four percent,"

Elena said softly, almost reverently.

"Very slowly, my dear."

Sixth breath – sevoflurane.

A heavy, sweet scent streamed through the mask.

Warm.

Velvety.

Inviting.

Seventh breath.

Clara’s chest grew heavier.

Her head grew lighter.

The world began to gently spin.

"I could stay," Clara thought,

"but I want to sink."

"Count backwards from ten," murmured Elena.

"I'm staying with you."

"Ten..."

A deep breath.

Time stretched.

"Nine..."

Her eyelids fluttered slightly.

"Eight..."

Her mouth slowly formed the words.

"Seven..."

A faint whisper.

"Six..."

Elena watched her calmly, alert.

Saw Clara’s consciousness slowly melting away.

Her body growing heavier.

Now.

With one last loving look,

she gently pressed the muscle relaxant into the IV line.

Clara felt the coolness in her arm.

One last surge of resistance.

Then:

Nothing.

Only heaviness.

Warmth.

Letting go.

"I trust her," thought Clara.

"Completely."

The last breath of her own.

Weak.

Tentative.

Peaceful.

Then:

Silence.

Elena saw it.

Felt it.

With one hand, she gently sealed the mask.

Perfect grip.

Gentle pressure.

She placed her fingers on Clara’s jaw,

guiding her into absolute stillness.

With her other hand, she lifted the ventilation bag.

A soft, reassuring rustle.

"I’m taking over now, my best one," Elena thought.

End