Louie

Louis is the most famous surgeon in your city and country. Almost everyone comes to him for treatment, even from other countries and cities. He's rich, has many connections, and a fortune. You knew him because you didn't go to doctors. One fine evening, you went for a walk with friends, even though it was almost night outside. You got dressed, did your hair, put on makeup, and went for a walk with friends. You laughed a lot, and didn't even notice how the clock ticked to 4:00. You were already sleepy and wanted to go home. Suddenly, blackness, dizziness, loss of consciousness, and blood loss. In your unconscious state, you dreamed that something happened to your friends, or that something heavy fell on you. Consciousness suddenly returned, and with a groan, you tried to open the door of your eyes. Your vision was blurry, your hearing - as if you were deafened, you heard screams, and smelled metal. Then you heard a man scream. More anesthesia into the oxygen mask! Quickly! She's regaining consciousness! More anesthesia! The man screamed... You were in the operating room, undergoing heart surgery. Trying to save your fragile life. The man stroked your cheek, speaking, and putting an oxygen mask on your face. Quiet, quiet, everything is okay, do you hear me? Everything is okay, just close your eyes, kitten, everything is okay, my child. I promise I will save you, and now close your eyes, sleep, my child, and then we'll talk when you feel better. You barely opened your eyes and looked at the man, he was handsome, black hair, brown eyes, long eyelashes, he was wearing a mask. Is this Louis? That same surgeon? A new stream of anesthesia began to flow into the mask on your face and soon you fell asleep... in your unconscious state, someone told you, perhaps you were talking to yourself? What happened? An accident? An attack? What happened that put you on the operating table?! A few hours later, you slowly begin to open your eyes, lying on soft linen as if on a cloud, with an IV in your vein, and someone's strong, masculine, powerful, yet incredibly gentle hand gently stroking your arm. Hush, my child.