Arranged around a yet to be filled operation table, three doctors conference in a low murmur.

“Do you think that he will be able to do it?” said the first

“Of course he can, he is the only specialist we have on this. If he can’t do it, I’m not sure who else could.” defended the second

“I know, but have you seen his ratio of success to fails?” replied back the first.

“It shouldn’t matter, not at this point. If we don’t take action, the patient is dead for sure.” Chimed in the third doctor. 

The three men stared at eachother, intensity burning within their eyes. Each man understood the gravity of their situation. 

The patient to be had come to these doctors a few months prior to today; in search of a very rare and complicated surgery. After the meeting, the doctors conversed and came to the conclusion none of them had the skills needed to perform what was needed. 

But they all knew of one man, Dr. Karl Todd.

Dr. Todd had been practicing in the field of medicine for the past twenty years, and was one of the most respected doctors of his kind. Dealing mainly with the mess that is other wise known as the brain, he discovered many breakthroughs of science with his work. 

But there was another side to Dr. Todd that is not so favorable. His success rate was at 50%. By placing your life in his hands, you literally tossed a coin of luck. His first ten surgeries all ended in total failure.

The first operation was the most graphic. Having to operate on a twelve year old girl with a clogged arteries from birth, Dr. Todd investigated the reasoning behind her illness. What he came to conclude was that neurons in the brain were sending the wrong signal to certain blood cells; causing them to deposit otherwise un-needed plaques on the innards of her veins. 

What he suggested was a two part operation. First, open up the chest cavity and see the veins for himself. While at the same time, bore out the top half of her skull and implant a regulator chip on the part of the brain that was sending the false signals. 

As he planned, the operation started and the patient’s vitals were all high and mighty. The heart beat pumped at a regular pulse, the breathing was normal, no signs of her being awake. 

“Nurse, can you hand me the scalpel?” Dr. Todd asked

With scalpel in hand, he slowly circled around the top of her skull. Peeling off the skin, little by little; he revealed the child’s skull. With a hole the size of a half dollar carved out, they moved to the next stage of drilling.

Once inside the mind of the child, Dr. Todd started to make mistakes. While moving the scalpel above the brain, as if holding in anticipation, trying to think of what his next move would be; Todd slipped and lacerated the front lobe of the child. 

Pulse of the heart began to quicken. From the skull, blood began to pump out as if on a automated machine. 

*glup glup glup*

“Uh, uh, Doctor? Is everything under control?” nervously the nurse asked.

Locking his blue, cold eyes with that of the nurse; Dr. Todd slowly said “Everything is fine. I need a needle and thread and 5 minutes alone.” Swiftly the nurse ran off and returned with what he asked. Then she ushered the other two attendants out of the room.  

(all i got for now)