Fall From Grace
Beat, dammit. Beat...
As if empowered by the surgeon's silent command, the lifeless heart resumed a steady rhythm, again taking its place among the living,cheating death.Only then did Dr. Jack Morgan allow himself to relax.
At this point during surgery, adrenaline normally coursed through Jack's veins, creating a high that kept him running on all cylinders despite a career that might kill a lesser man.Tonight, he was to-the-bone weary.Too tired for someone still not quite fifty. His limbs felt oddly heavy, weighted with fatigue. But organ donors were few and far between, and failing hearts didn't give a rat's ass about his schedule, holidays or his exhaustion.
After stepping back from the table, he addressed the third-year resident at his side."You can close, Murray." "Yes, sir." Her expression reflected gratitude and the same thrill Jack had experienced during his tenure as a student years earlier.That thrill that had been waning for some time now.
While Murray completed the procedure, Jack surveyed the O.R., absorbing the atmosphere he'd so often taken for granted. This was his domain, among friends and colleagues and those patients who needed h ... read full excerpt from Fall from Grace ebook
