The normally calm, smug surgeon was shocked. He had only been used to success in life. He poured himself another double whisky, although on call, and then the hospital rang.
It was a fairly routine operation for a man with his expertise but he severed a main artery. He listened to the sickening doomed electronic sounds and peered in horror at the blood on his hands.
He correctly blamed himself. He was in no fit state, mentally or physically to operate.
He would never be able to wash the blood away.