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surgeonshandsWho: David Tynan and Clint Chevalier
What: Aftermath
Where: Surgical ICU, Mount Sinai
When: Friday night
It had been an extremely difficult and extremely lengthy surgery on Lincoln. Dave had been the head of the surgical team, having performed the last two emergency surgeries on Lincoln, so he was still classified as his patient. Lincoln actually had a team of doctors managing his case because it had been such a complex string of injuries he had initially been rushed in with. You didn't get stabbed in the abdomen as deeply and viciously as he had and just bounce back after a week or two recuperating in hospital. Lincoln had suffered a vast amount of internal damage, and although with both previous surgeries, Dave and his team had worked tirelessly to repair, that wasn't always going to confirm a perfect recovery.
Which is exactly what had happened with Lincoln. He had many complications. Doctors weren't miracle workers, they didn't have convenient super powers. Lincoln hadn't bounced back as everyone desperately hoped he could. He had another large bleed following the initial surgery, which is what led to the decision to put a supportive - hopefully temporary - ileostomy on him to rest the bowel and encourage healing. During that surgery, Dave had removed another portion of the bowel. But in doing that, they knew Lincoln would need more surgeries to resection the bowel to remove the stoma.
It had just been impossible to know if that would be able to be successful. There was a very real chance Lincoln's organs were too damaged and had too much scar tissue to be able to function on their own again. His pain levels had continued to hover in the high levels, despite attempts at many different pain management regimes. Even though the had a couple of smaller surgeries on the books to try to get his gut functioning with a level of normalcy again, the pain was a sign that something still wasn't right. The decision to put him under a lot sooner and for a more complex and longer surgery was made. There was clearly something wrong, and they had to do whatever they could to fix him.
Now the surgery was over. It had continued on for many hours and Dave knew Clint had to be feeling near-insane levels of fear, stress and worry. He was finally able to come out to find his friend. Clint was sitting in one of the waiting room chairs, leant over and nursing his head in his hands. "Clint?" he said quietly, coming up to take the chair beside him and put a companionable hand on his back.
What: Aftermath
Where: Surgical ICU, Mount Sinai
When: Friday night
It had been an extremely difficult and extremely lengthy surgery on Lincoln. Dave had been the head of the surgical team, having performed the last two emergency surgeries on Lincoln, so he was still classified as his patient. Lincoln actually had a team of doctors managing his case because it had been such a complex string of injuries he had initially been rushed in with. You didn't get stabbed in the abdomen as deeply and viciously as he had and just bounce back after a week or two recuperating in hospital. Lincoln had suffered a vast amount of internal damage, and although with both previous surgeries, Dave and his team had worked tirelessly to repair, that wasn't always going to confirm a perfect recovery.
Which is exactly what had happened with Lincoln. He had many complications. Doctors weren't miracle workers, they didn't have convenient super powers. Lincoln hadn't bounced back as everyone desperately hoped he could. He had another large bleed following the initial surgery, which is what led to the decision to put a supportive - hopefully temporary - ileostomy on him to rest the bowel and encourage healing. During that surgery, Dave had removed another portion of the bowel. But in doing that, they knew Lincoln would need more surgeries to resection the bowel to remove the stoma.
It had just been impossible to know if that would be able to be successful. There was a very real chance Lincoln's organs were too damaged and had too much scar tissue to be able to function on their own again. His pain levels had continued to hover in the high levels, despite attempts at many different pain management regimes. Even though the had a couple of smaller surgeries on the books to try to get his gut functioning with a level of normalcy again, the pain was a sign that something still wasn't right. The decision to put him under a lot sooner and for a more complex and longer surgery was made. There was clearly something wrong, and they had to do whatever they could to fix him.
Now the surgery was over. It had continued on for many hours and Dave knew Clint had to be feeling near-insane levels of fear, stress and worry. He was finally able to come out to find his friend. Clint was sitting in one of the waiting room chairs, leant over and nursing his head in his hands. "Clint?" he said quietly, coming up to take the chair beside him and put a companionable hand on his back.
