stomach, causing her to swallow hard. "Oh my God," she murmu

Natasha Williams, I presume," she said, off

. Thank you," she replied, her tone subdued. But then, scowling, sh

me and join us, notwithstanding your...er...little mishap," he said, his voice laced with s

g slightly. "I can't say I'm absolutely certain, Mr. O'Connor. Thi

ctive way to learn is through hands-on experience. So, draw where y

ral district of the shaved scalp with a purple stamping pen, trying h

d he make a snide remark? This incident was up there with the spookiest she had ever exp

as okay. More than relieved, in fact. She had been preparing herself for the worst, convinced that she would

ering thoughts. "We just need to make it a bit bigger to

relax in relief. "Thank y

parietal craniotomy," Peter said, taking charge of the sit

itioning the skull in a head ring and securing it with supports attached to the surgical table. After both of them had cleaned and gowned for the

guide you on how to control scalp bleeding with sutures

Peter showed her how to apply stainless steel sutures a

he air-powered burr, "and you can do the second, but I'll guid

fingers making her legs and stomach feel unsteady. She could smell the warmth