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Post by Ratchet on Aug 8, 2009 3:35:59 GMT -5
Ratchet prepped his surgical equipment. He had blood packets for Chris, along with meds to keep him under while the operation was occurring. No need for him to wake up with a hole in his chest. He awaited Chris's arrival. Optimus's of course had already stressed his concerns and Ratchet took them into account. He sat on the table mentally preparing himself.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Aug 8, 2009 3:41:06 GMT -5
Chris was trully scared about doing this surgery. Ratchet however, had assured him it was safe and neccesary. He had had a really bad attack in the midst of battle, which had concerned him, his Father, and Ratchet. He had been lucky he got to his inhaler in time, but next time, he may not be be so lucky.
As such, they needed to remove the problem so that if he were in enemy hands again... He wouldn't have to fear an extremely bad attack and possibly die if he could not get to his inhaler.
He sighed, walking into the Med Bay, and into the surgical bay. He gulped slightly, he went bare-chested as he was asked, and looked up at Ratchet. "Hey Uncle Ratchet." His voice was timid, reflecting his fear.
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Post by Ratchet on Aug 8, 2009 3:48:15 GMT -5
"Hey Kiddo, I need you to relax and lay down on the table for me." Ratchet told him. He stood up from his sitting position from the table. The table had been warmed so that Chris wouldnt get chills or catch a cold. Ratchet backed up and activated his holoform. An elderly dark gray headed man with white sideburns appeared. He had the same color goatee and wore a white coat with white slacks. This operation required smaller appendages than his body could supply. He gave Chris a warm and trusting smile.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Aug 8, 2009 3:51:43 GMT -5
"This will really only take two days to recover from, right?" Chris asked, just making sure and to assure himself "S-Sorry, I'm just kind of nervous about this." He calmly pulled himself onto the table, laying himself down on it. He did his best to remain calm, and it seemed to be working. Though he was still not as calm as he would want to be.
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Post by Ratchet on Aug 8, 2009 3:55:53 GMT -5
Ratchet nodded, or rather his holoform did. "Correct. You will be up and about in two days. " He brought up a breathing mask and placed it around Chris's mouth and nose. "Now just take some deep breathes and count back from ten..." he told the boy turning the sleeping gas on.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Aug 8, 2009 3:58:49 GMT -5
Chris took a deep breath even before he had the mask on. That helped him relax wholely. He sighed, doing as he was told, he felt the sleeping gas taking affect in less then a few seconds. His body no longer responded, and his eyes closed. He drifted cooly off into a dream. It's just as fast as they say... He thought to himself calmly. Then letting himself be enveloped into a dream, a rather romantic one that involved Monica and himself one may add.
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Post by Ratchet on Aug 8, 2009 4:16:56 GMT -5
Ratchet's sensors informed him that the boy was now under. He gently inserted a I.V. into the boy's arm. He injected some more more sleepy time meds into the I.V. drip filled with the blood. He grabbed a cloth and wiped the incision area with a sterile liquid preventing infection. He picked up a scalpel and began the operation. It was simple really. All he had to do was implant a small marble sized device into Chris's chest. It would detect the incoming asthma attack and begin producing the medication required to halt the attack before it had a chance to affect Chris. The device could be refilled by a pill taken orally. The capsule pill would be filled wit nanobots filled with meds to be delivered to the device. He would only need to take 4 pills every 3 months as the medicine was very concentrated so multiple doses would not be required. Once the device was inside and secured in place Ratchet began closing the wound up. He stitched the incision closed and prepared to wheel Chris into a empty room where he could be visited once he woke up.
(visitors may now enter thread as Chris is out of surgery.)
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Post by Christopher Prime on Aug 8, 2009 12:14:37 GMT -5
Chris woke up about an hour after the surgery. He felt sore all over his body he groaned, lying there in the bed. He didn't see anyone in th eroom so he figured by now he was out of surgery. Though he was sore, he found he could breathe much easier then he used to be able to. When he had asthma, breathing wasn't always an easy task, but now it was as if he never had it at all. "Man Ratchet never said I'd be this sore." He commented, his voice very slightly hoarse.
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Post by angelx92 on Aug 8, 2009 12:25:06 GMT -5
William was training and heard that Chris had gone through surgery. He bought some roses and some snacks. He opened the door and went to sit on the bench near him and he said, "Here's some stuff..I brought.." He set it on the window sill and he said, "You better recover fast..you need to fight..Chris.." He smiled lightly, but he was being serious. He said, "That's good your health problem got resolved."
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Post by Christopher Prime on Aug 8, 2009 12:31:16 GMT -5
"Hey Will thanks." Chris grinned a bit weakly, sitting up as slowly as he could he looked over at Will "Yeah, I'm just a little weak from it. But I can breathe a lot better." He then added "Which I would guess is a good sign."
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Post by Ratchet on Aug 8, 2009 15:28:09 GMT -5
Ratchet walks in carrying a bottle of pills for Chris. He sees Lennox speaking with a now awake Chris. He sets the bottle of pills on the table next to the boy.
"Hello Will, Nice of you to stop and visit with the lad, I'm sure he appreciates it." he said with a smile before turning to Chris. He could see from the look on Chris's face that he was more than a bit sore and tired. He reached into a drawer he kept locked and pulled out a couple of pain pills. They were not insanely strong but would knock out most of the pain giving him at least some comfort for rest. He put those next to the other bottle.
"Hello Chris, Im sure you already knew this but the operation was a success. Those pills in the bottle are for the implant. take four of them every three months to stay asthma free. The others are for pain, but dont make a habit out of taking them if you dont mind. " he said with a chuckle.
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Post by Optimus Prime on Aug 8, 2009 15:28:53 GMT -5
Being who the leader was, he had to fit in a visit to Chris. After all, the two were father and son. Optimus approached Ratchet's Med Bay, and entered the room where Chris was. He heard Chris's comment about it being better, and Optimus allowed his voice to be heard. "It better, or Ratchet will have to keep a wrench with him." Optimus chuckled, and left his position at the door, walking over to Chris. "Hello, William." Resting a hand on Ratchet's shoulder, he stood beside the yellow robot. "Well done." |
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Post by Christopher Prime on Aug 8, 2009 15:35:47 GMT -5
Chris nodded calmly, putting the asthma pills to the side, he took two of pain pills calmly. He sighed, looking between Ratchet and his Father. "Thanks Ratchet." He turned his head to look fully upon Optimus smiling "Well I think what Uncle Ratchet just said makes it obvious I'm fine."
He knew Optimus had probably been worried a bit. After all, Ratchet had never performed surgery of this kind on a human before. In fact, Chris hadn't known surgery could be performed. "He says I should be out of here in two days."
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Post by Ratchet on Aug 8, 2009 15:43:17 GMT -5
Ratchet gave an amused snort to Optimus's statement. "Thank you Optimus, but I'm glad Chris will be fine now." He knew Prime had been really worried about the surgery. But now that it was done and over with everyone had one less worry to think about.
"Yep, Kiddo there should be out in notime." he told them.
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Post by angelx92 on Aug 8, 2009 15:44:54 GMT -5
He saw that Ratchet and Optimus Prime was there. He said, "How are you both..?" He smiled lightly and said, "That's good that it was a success.." He said, "Well.. that's good.. two days..is short..Rest a lot.. and eat a lot.." He said, "Well..I will take my leave.. and train some more.."
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