That's what gets her to pull back, and her face is blotchy, and she's shaking her head. "I was the surgeon who scrubbed in, Katie." Her voice was raw as she spoke, and she found her lips with a trembling hand. "They had to get the on-call, and I did what I could, but- but what if I- I have no idea if he's okay, or if-" She knows she's a good surgeon; she's one of the best at what she does, or at least she was before the van door made a mess of her hand.
She's not wearing the brace now, since she'd taken it off to scrub in for surgery, and it'd been the last thing on her mind when she'd left. The biggest scar that tore through her hand was jagged and misshapen, the others thin and straight from the amount of corrective surgeries she'd had. Still, she'd done neonatal thoracic before that; she'd been the one to repair the damage to Abel's heart and to close the tear in his belly. Tara knew what she was doing, but she was terrified that she'd somehow made a mistake. That she hadn't done enough, soon enough, and add this to it...
"He was stabbed twice and they kicked his bike into an SUV," she finally said quietly, and she's still shaking her head, before she closes her eyes tightly and looks at the ground. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to stop pressing her fingers to her mouth. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm okay. You... god, are you your break?" She's trying to somehow pull herself together even though she's so scared - and she's not even thinking about Abel and Thomas, even though she should be. Right now, it's just Jax in her mind.
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She's not wearing the brace now, since she'd taken it off to scrub in for surgery, and it'd been the last thing on her mind when she'd left. The biggest scar that tore through her hand was jagged and misshapen, the others thin and straight from the amount of corrective surgeries she'd had. Still, she'd done neonatal thoracic before that; she'd been the one to repair the damage to Abel's heart and to close the tear in his belly. Tara knew what she was doing, but she was terrified that she'd somehow made a mistake. That she hadn't done enough, soon enough, and add this to it...
"He was stabbed twice and they kicked his bike into an SUV," she finally said quietly, and she's still shaking her head, before she closes her eyes tightly and looks at the ground. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to stop pressing her fingers to her mouth. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm okay. You... god, are you your break?" She's trying to somehow pull herself together even though she's so scared - and she's not even thinking about Abel and Thomas, even though she should be. Right now, it's just Jax in her mind.