Guided Precision
May the good outweigh the bad.
"Scissors."
"Scissors."
"Sewing thread."
"Sewing thread."
The sweat was beading off of Dr. Zahir's head. The pressure's never been higher for him before. One wrong move, could cost him more than his job.
"Blood pressure readings?"
"Stable, sir."
After suturing the patient up, him and the nurses all sat in the room, checking the vitals nonstop. Sure, Dr. Zahir's accustomed to death, but not one that could have an effect of this magnitude. It's not everyday that a presidential candidate gets assassinated during election night.
Peeling his gloves off, he left the room, grabbed a mat, turned East, and prayed.
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Brilliantly done, such a great twist. Top story indeed.
You developed a great character in so few words. well done. Congratulations
You developed a great character in so few words. Congratulations
The pacing in this story is truly great. The reveal of the patient is impactful and paints Dr. Zahir's previous stress very brightly. The final sentence communicates a denouement and release that pair with the previous action in a lovely way. I enjoy seeing a doctor humanized like this.
Congrats on the top story! This was a fantastic read.
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Whoa! This is amazing, I did not expect that! Congrats on Top Story, my friend!! :)
Loved your ability to convey an important message about the humanity that connects us vs the stereotypes or "teams" that could potentially divide us, in so few words.
So well done, congrats on the top story
Congrats on the Top Story! Great idea, well (can I say this?) executed!
Congratulations on your Top Story🎉✨😉🎉🎉🎉🎉
Great writing!!
Congratulations on Top Story 🥇
Congrats on the TS
Congratulations on Top Story!!
Ohhh 💡☝️Excellent work Congratulations 🎉 on top story
This is fucking genius! Loved the tension building and then the twist at the end. Congrats on a well deserved Top Story!
I love this!
Congratulations on your Top Story
I could feel the tension and the pressure. What a twist!! And the ending was such a cool way to finish. Loved this one!
Great story. Well done.
Great short story!
Woah!!! What a sudden change to the tone of the story. Great read, Thavien.
Wow, that's a rough situation and a great story👍❤️