Good Colleague, Bad Friend

‘Looks like a pretty bad tear,’ Callie said, as she handed Angelia a pair of forceps. ‘Yeah, it’s going to take some work,’ Angelia replied, as she used the forceps to gently pull the torn ligament into place. She then used a needle and thread to carefully stitch the ligament back together, taking care to ensure that the stitches were tight and secure. Callie assisted her, handing her the surgical instruments she needed and helping to hold the ligament in place as she worked. As the surgery progressed, the two surgeons worked in perfect harmony, their movements synchronised as they focused on the task at hand. ‘Scissors,’ Angelia said, as she prepared to trim the excess thread from the stitches. Callie handed her the scissors, and Angelia carefully snipped away the extra thread, taking care not to disturb the delicate repair she had made. ‘Okay, that looks good,’ Angelia said, as she stepped back to admire her work. ‘Let’s close him up.’ Callie handed her the sutures, and Angelia caref