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Back to sleep
He woke with a jump. He was in a dark hospital room with a singular light on above him. He squinted to try to block out some of the light.
There wasnât much else to see in the room. There was a clear IV bag about 5 feet away from the bed. It had a long, clear tube from the bottom of the bag to the IV in his wrist. The bag was empty so there was nothing flowing into him.
His eyes were teary from the bright lights. He tried to move to wipe his eyes, but quickly realized he couldnât. There were restraints around both wrists and ankles, as well as a really wide one around his stomach. As he tried to move, the door opened with a jolt.
âMike,â a nurse said, startled. âYouâre not supposed to be awake yet.â
âWell, uh- I am,â he replied matter-of-factly. He got a good look at the nurse as she walked closer. She wore green scrubs, and a blue mask and hairnet matched beautifully with her blue eyes.
âWell, Iâll have to change that,â she said with crossed arms. âIâll be right back.â She turned and left, and the door shut behind her with a click.
He didnât understand why being awake was a problem. He also didnât remember how he got here. And why was everything moved back from the bed? The questions were starting to pile up.
The door opened and she came back in carrying a tray with bottles of medicine, several needles, and a new, full IV bag. She placed it on the counter next to the door and grabbed two purple gloves from a box on the wall. She started to put the left one on with her back turned, and he decided to ask a question.
âWhy is everything moved away from the bed?â he asked as the tight latex snapped onto her left wrist.
âYou donât remember?â she asked while turning to face him and taking a couple of steps closer. She started wiggling her right hand into the purple glove as she watched him intently.
âNo,â he said while shaking his head. âAm I in trouble?â
âNot necessarily,â she said coyly as she snapped the right wrist of her glove and crossed her hands. âYouâre here for some tests -
âWhat kind of tests?â he asked, slightly alarmed.
âDonât worry about it,â she replied as she walked over to the IV bag. âThe reason everything is moved away from the bed is because you fought us pretty hard on the first test. You hit nurse Becca with the IV pole. We felt it safest for us to restrain you and keep you sedated whenever possible.â
She removed the empty IV bag and walked over to the counter. She put the empty bag down, grabbed the new one, and walked back to the pole to hang it up.
âThis is a lot to take in,â he said, clearly confused. âWhy didnât I want the test? Why did I hit a nurse? Is she okay?â
âIrrelevant,â she stated. âWell, yes, she is okay. We will help you get through these tests in a way thatâs safe for everyone involved.â
âI donât think I want this,â he said glumly.
âYou donât really have a choice, man,â she said nonchalantly. âDonât think about it or worry too much, youâll be back to sleep in a few minutes anyway.â
She walked back over to her tray and started filling needles from the bottles of medicine. First a medium-sized clear one. Then a medium white one. Then a very large white one. After each was done, she held it up to the light and flicked it, insuring a perfect dose.
She approached with the tray holding all of the full needles. It was intimidating up close, especially since he didnât know what they were for. She placed it on a stool next to the IV bag.
âOkay, Mike,â she said while picking up the medium clear needle. âThis is a little calming cocktail for you.â She slotted it into a port in the IV tubing and pushed it rather quickly.
âWhatâs your name?â he asked. She was startled by the question.
âHannah,â she said as she took the now-empty needle out of the port and put it back on the tray. âNurse Hannah, that is.â
âNurse Hannah,â he said with emphasis on the nurse part. âIf youâre going to put me to sleep, donât you have to put an oxygen mask on my face? Youâll have to come closer to do that.â
âYes I do,â she said. âAnd yes I will. Iâll just wait until the medicine kicks in. And speaking of medicineâŚâ she turned and picked up the large white syringe. She inserted it into the IV bag and pushed the plunger, the thick white liquid mixing with the clear saline.
âWhatâs that?â he asked, intimidated by the size of the syringe and thickness of the liquid.
âPropofol,â she responded. âItâs the medicine that makes you sleepy.â
âWhy not just put that in my IV?â he asked? âIâve had three surgeries, thatâs how theyâve always done it.â
âThe goal is to keep you asleep for longer,â she explained. âPropofol wears off quickly. If I gave you all of that at once, you would wake up in 15 minutes. Since this IV bag will last hours, youâll stay asleep for hours.â
âOh,â he said. He briefly felt fear, but the calming cocktail was starting to kick in and pushed it away.
âYeah, good question though,â she said while putting the empty big syringe back and picking up the medium white one. âBut if it takes too long to kick in Iâll give you a full dose to start you off.â
âFun,â he said with a smirk and a little giggle.
âYouâre starting to feel good, arenât you?â she observed. âThe calming cocktail is working nicely, huh?â
âYeah,â he said smirking again.
âWell good, thatâs my cue to start the drip,â she said as she turned a knob on the pole. Immediately, the cloudy white liquid started dripping into a cup, gathering at the bottom, and gradually entering the IV tube. He felt coolness enter his IV.
It stung a little, but not as much as when he had surgeries and they gave him the full dose at once. He hoped she wouldnât do that. He started to feel really giggly, but also tired as the anesthesia entered him.
âHow we doinâ, buddy,â she asked after a couple of minutes. She still kept her distance.
âTeehee, good,â he said laughing again.
âNice and relaxed?â she followed up. No pain from the IV?
âYes relaxed,â he said. âLittle sting in IV.â
âThatâs normal, nothing to worry about,â she said to him. She then looked over his head. âBecca you can come put the oxygen on him now.â
âWha?â he said groggily as nurse Becca appeared over him.
âHello Mike, remember me?â Becca asked theatrically.
âNo,â he said plainly.
âWell, maybe youâll remember this,â she replied as she lowered the oxygen mask onto his face and clamped it on with both gloved hands grasping his chin and neck. He could hear the gas hissing as it traveled up the corrugated tubes.
âBreathe deeply,â she urged as Hannah walked up to the bed now, still holding the medium white syringe.
âWhy do all of this?â he asked, heavily muffled by the mask.
âItâll be over soon,â Hannah said as she patted him on the shoulder. She then screwed the syringe into the port in his hand. She looked at Becca and said, âTell me when.â
âJust a minute,â Becca replied. Hannah held Mikeâs hand as Becca added a little sevoflurane to his mask. âItâs going to smell a little sweet now, Mike.â
He noticed it immediately. He was starting to feel more tired, but wasnât asleep yet.
âLetâs send him off to dreamland, Hannah,â Becca said. Hannah started pushing immediately.
âAhhhh,â Mike whined as he felt the burn traveling up his arm. âIs it done?â
âYes,â Hannah replied. âAnd so are you by the looks of it.â
âHaha yeah,â Becca agreed as his eyes rolled back and his jaw slacked. She tightened her grip as she tilted his head back.
âGoodnight, Mike,â Hannah said definitively as Mike drifted away.

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A good sissy is always in nylons and high heels, in chastity, and subservient to her mistress.
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Sissy loves his nylons
Reassurance
The sterile smell of the operating room hit me the moment they wheeled me through the swinging doors. This day had been a whirlwind - pain, tests, scans, consultations, and anxious waiting for results, all leading up to an emergency appendectomy. But this? This felt different. This felt real.
There were three women in the roomâDr. Ellis, the anesthesiologist , and two nurses, Rachel and Maria. They were confident, moving urgently in practiced sync.
I tried to remember the last time I had felt like I had control over anything in my life, and the answer seemed so far away. As if to illustrate my point, Dr. Ellis adjusted some knobs on a machine and turned around with a clear oxygen mask in her pink-gloved hand.
"Alright, take some deep breaths for me, please," Dr. Ellis said, her voice soft but firm as she placed the mask on my face. She peered over her black mask looking down at me and said âWe need to get started.â
I nodded, but it felt like my heart was racing. There was an undercurrent of fear I couldnât shake off. I wasnât sure if it was the thought of the surgery or the overwhelming idea that I was about to be unconscious, completely at their mercy. I couldnât help but feel small.
Rachel, the nurse who had been connecting my IV fluids, noticed my unease. "Youâre nervous," she said, more like a statement than a question, as she placed a reassuring hand on my left shoulder. She gave me a warm smile, her brown eyes gentle but full of quiet confidence. "Thatâs okay. Most people are."
"I just⌠I donât want to go to sleep," I confessed, trying to swallow down the lump in my throat. "I donât like the idea of not being in control."
Maria, who was adjusting the monitor at the side, paused and turned toward me. Her blonde ponytail swung behind her as she approached and took my right hand in both of hers. "Itâs completely normal to feel that way," she said, her voice warm, her thumb massaging the back of my hand. "But I promise you, weâre right here with you the whole time. Youâre not alone."
I wanted to believe her, but the more I thought about it, the harder it became to imagine letting go.
"You know," Dr. Ellis said with a playful tone, "weâre going to have you napping so soundly, you wonât even know what hit you. Youâll wake up, and itâll be like no time has passed at all."
Rachel chuckled as she prepared a clear syringe and drained it into my IV. "Maybe weâll even bring you a cup of coffee when you wake up. Make it feel like a spa day."
I forced a laugh, trying to hide the fear that still gripped my chest.
Dr. Ellis leaned in closer, her voice dropping a little lower. "We can even promise you a smooth, easy wake-up. Just a nice transition. You wonât even notice it." A second, clear, mystery liquid disappeared into my IV.
I was barely listening now. My thoughts swirled, trying to remember all the things I had learned about anesthesiaâthe way it worked, the way the body was put to sleep, the way it seemed like everything paused, and nothing existed but the deep, inescapable darkness.
But the voices around me were still gentle, the nurses still busying themselves, their hands moving with that professional grace.
"Ready?" Maria asked, and I blinked at her, surprised to see a large syringe full of a thick, white liquid connected to my IV, ready to go. I could tell he was smiling now by the way her cheeks rose out of her mask, her eyes soft and warm. "You wonât feel a thing."
I watched as she began to push the plunger. Slowly at first, but once the milky substance reached the vein, she began pushing faster. I wanted to fight it, to stay awake just a little longer.
But then, the air felt heavier, my thoughts foggier. Lights pulsed, vision blurred, eyes unable to focus as they rolled back.
"Just let go," Rachel whispered as the world began to fade. Her voice so quiet that it almost sounded like a secret. "Iâll be here when you wake up."
And then, nothing.
Suddenly, I feel as if I'm bound and motionlessâwhat is happening to me?

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