There was no luxury of time for contemplation. The moment Rohan’s signature adorned the consent form, doctors sprang into action, rushing to ready an operating room. It felt as if mere seconds had lapsed before they returned to prepare him for the impending surgery.

As Rohan was wheeled swiftly through the labyrinthine hospital corridors, his apprehension magnified. The frenzied pace at which they navigated the bustling hallways underscored the gravity of the situation. Onlookers hastily made way, clearing a path to the operating room.

The surgical suite was a stark, sterile expanse under the unforgiving glare of the overhead lights. It resonated with subdued murmurs and the metallic clatter of surgical instruments. Laid out on the surgical bed, Rohan’s countenance mirrored his internal turmoil – a maelstrom of fear and anxiety. The diligent nurses bustled around him, their movements efficient yet cautious as they prepared for an unpredictable surgery. The cold sting of the antiseptic on his skin heightened his awareness of the impending uncertainty. Seeking an escape from the disquieting clamor, he closed his eyes, his thoughts meandering back to the soothing rhythm of his pastoral life. And then before he knew it, the anesthesia kicked in and his muscles started to relax…