"Alright Lydia. We're going to put you to sleep, then we're going to look through your chest to see what's going on. We promise we'll do the least damage possible," Dr. McCarthy was not a certified surgeon, but he planned to stay with Lydia during the operation because this was way better than his everyday doctoring, and he felt a sort of loyalty of some sort to her now. And he had already cancelled all the appointments he had today.
"Doctor McCarthy," Lydia looked up at him from her spot in the hospital bed. "If anything - anything at all - goes wrong, wake me up. I don't care if you're in the middle of the operation. Stitch me up quick and wake me up!"
Dr. McCarthy smiled sadly and nodded. "I'll do the best I can to make sure they do."
The anestesiologist got a needle ready. "Okay, are you ready?"
Lydia looked at the needle with uneasiness and nodded. He injected it and she fell asleep.