Cardio

Savannah's POV:
I placed my hands over the hands that covered my eyes. A smile spread across my face, knowing or hoping it was him. I pulled them off and turned around.

'Hey' Harry flashed the smile that made many teenage girls in the world melt like ice cream. 'Hi' I smiled back. 'So this is normally were people hug each other when they've been reunited' he suggested, I rolled my eyes but gave in to his request. I moved in closer and he wrapped his arms around me while I did the same. I smelt his familiar cologne and it lingered around my nose. I have to admit....

I did miss him.

I wouldn't say I missed his hugs as we've never really had a proper one before. But I felt warm and protected around his arms. Something, no boy has ever made me feel. We both pulled away simultaneously. 'I thought you were gonna be gone for a couple of days' I asked. 'Two days is a couple of days. Just got off the plane an hour ago' he replied. 'Can I take you out for dinner?' he asked. Now I knew why Noah suggested I should go, Harry was here to pick me up. 'I can't....I've still got things to do' I replied and I could tell he was slightly disappointed. 'Oh okay, maybe tomorrow then' he forced a smile out. I started walking down the corridors feeling guilty. He just got off the plane and the first thing he does is visit me, to take me out for dinner and I just turned his offer down. I stopped walking and took a deep breath. I turned back around and Harry was walking off the other direction.

'Harry' I called out. 'Yeah' he turned around to look at me. 'Have you got plans right now?' I walked up to him. 'Nope' he slowly shook his head left to right. 'Well, I've gotta go do something' I pointed behind me. 'If you want you can stay and help me, you might find it fun' I let out a small laugh. 'Sure' he smiled. I led the way to the elevators to go upstairs. He followed me as we walked through the double doors into OR 4, into the washroom.

'Wait Savannah, I don't wanna kill anyone' he said with a worried tone as he looked through the window to the patient on the table. 'Relax, his already dead' I clarified. 'Oh okay, and that's supposed to make me feel better?' he chuckled. 'Do you wanna go in?' I offered. 'YES!' he exclaimed. I took one of the disposable gowns and handed it to him and he put it on. 'The boys are sooo gonna be jealous when they find out about this' he boast as I tied the back of the gown. 'Okay now you need to wash your hand' I pointed at the sink. I dressed myself up while he washed his hand. I gave him a towel to dry his hand and placed gloves on for him. 'Here, you need this as well' I handed him a mouth mask. 'How can you breath in these?' he spoke when he had the mask on. 'I'm not even gonna offer you a cap' I chuckled as I washed my hands and then dried them. 'Probably won't even fit' he laughed. I placed a pair of gloves on and led the way to the room.

'So this is your arena' Harry spoke as we walked to the deceased man. 'Yup, and how well you play, that's totally up to you' I responded. 'I can't believe I'm actually in here' Harry gazed around the O.R. 'I mean a couple of days ago I was examining a mannequin patient now I'm doing the real thing' he motioned his hands mid air. I was happy to see how fascinated he was about my job. 'So what exactly are you going to do?' he asked. 'I'm just going to examine some extra things, you know for further research. The family's gonna have him cremated anyway' I told him. 'Okay here' I handed him a scalpel. 'Wait, your actually gonna let me cut him?' he asked in shock. 'You said you were happy to help' I spoke with a happy tone to encourage him. 'I did, but I didn't think I'd be opening someone up' he clarified. 'It's okay, I'll help you' I assured him. He took the scalpel and took a deep breath. I pointed at the sternum where he had to cut. He slowly placed the scalpel there and took another deep breath again. His hands were shaking, just like every intern at their first surgery. I placed my hand on top of his and dragged the scalpel down to make a cut.

'I can't believe I just cut him open' he exclaimed when we finish cutting. 'Now I feel like cutting every dead man I see' he chuckled and I laughed at his excitement. 'No, no more cutting' I took the scalpel. I looked down on the open chest and glimpse through it. 'Do you wanna have a look?' I turned to Harry. He moved in closer and looked down. 'Wow, that's amazing! So that's what our inside looks like' he gasped. 'Here' I took his right hand a slowly placed it around the heart. 'SHIT! I'm touching a heart? Like a real heart? A heart!' he exclaimed. 'It's more fascinating when you can feel it beating in your hands' I told him. 'I'm already fascinated just by a dead heart' he chuckled.

'Ooo are we playing doctor who in here' Mum came in the room. Harry and I slowly pulled our hands out of the chest. 'Hi Mum' I greeted her as she approached us. 'Hi Chief' Harry greeted her. 'Hi Harry, wasn't expecting you to be back so soon' she spoke to him. 'Just got off the plane an hour ago' he told her. 'Oh okay' she replied.

'Anyway I'm off, I still have papers to do' she groaned and headed for the door. 'I would say try not to kill the patient, but his already dead anyway' she turned back around and Harry and I laughed at her joke. 'So Harry, enjoy your first surgical procedure' she smiled.