Post by Joseph MacMillan on Jun 9, 2016 15:54:26 GMT -5
(OOC: This thread begins several hours after the events in Ruthless Aggression; rather than intrude on the current Hampton thread, I thought it was better to start a new thread and go from there.)
As I prepare for surgery, please guide my hands, oh Lord. Guide them so that I save Nick in there. Guide my thoughts so that I may know the way to go...guide the others as they help me in this. Above all this, Lord, place your shield over Nick so that we can bring him back from the brink...
I've not asked for much, God, but a little help from Above would be welcome. In Jesus's name I pray...amen. After whispering his plaintive prayer, Joseph got up from his chair and walked purposefully over to where they'd brought Nick, who despite everything done to him over in Waltonville, was still mercifully with them; as he walked towards the room, he cleared his mind of everything but the long surgery ahead and everything that needed to be done. Although he had hated with a passion his five months of surgical internship years before in Salt Lake City, Joseph was now very glad he'd gone through those five months of surgical training.
Seeing Dean nearby as he walked over, he called out to him. "Dean, unless there's anything else," he said, "I guess we better go inside and get this show on the road," adding with a tinge of surgical humor, "Granted, this ain't the OR at Latter-Day Saints Hospital back home where I interned, but under the circumstances, that's the least of my problems..."
Well the Devil went down to Georgia
He was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal
When he came across this young man
Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
And the Devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, "Boy, let me tell you what"
"You probably didn't know it
But I'm a fiddle player too
And if you care to take a dare
I'll just make a bet with you"
"Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy
But give the Devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
I think I'm better than you"...
"The Devil Went To Georgia", The Charlie Daniels Band
He was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal
When he came across this young man
Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
And the Devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, "Boy, let me tell you what"
"You probably didn't know it
But I'm a fiddle player too
And if you care to take a dare
I'll just make a bet with you"
"Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy
But give the Devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
I think I'm better than you"...
"The Devil Went To Georgia", The Charlie Daniels Band
As I prepare for surgery, please guide my hands, oh Lord. Guide them so that I save Nick in there. Guide my thoughts so that I may know the way to go...guide the others as they help me in this. Above all this, Lord, place your shield over Nick so that we can bring him back from the brink...
I've not asked for much, God, but a little help from Above would be welcome. In Jesus's name I pray...amen. After whispering his plaintive prayer, Joseph got up from his chair and walked purposefully over to where they'd brought Nick, who despite everything done to him over in Waltonville, was still mercifully with them; as he walked towards the room, he cleared his mind of everything but the long surgery ahead and everything that needed to be done. Although he had hated with a passion his five months of surgical internship years before in Salt Lake City, Joseph was now very glad he'd gone through those five months of surgical training.
Seeing Dean nearby as he walked over, he called out to him. "Dean, unless there's anything else," he said, "I guess we better go inside and get this show on the road," adding with a tinge of surgical humor, "Granted, this ain't the OR at Latter-Day Saints Hospital back home where I interned, but under the circumstances, that's the least of my problems..."