Blake and Zeke Part 2

Blake and Zeke



The night before Zeke's next big surgery, Dr. Blake sat alone in his office, his head buried deep in some research regarding "How to prevent excessive bleeding into the larynx and lung." He had taken every precaution to make sure that he was absolutely ready to operate on the eager pup. And would do everything he could to see the pup happy and healthy. However, it was only a day before the next surgery and he just didn't feel ready. The pressure was mounting more heavily on the doctor's shoulders, now. And Zeke wasn't just grabbing the attention of orderlies anymore; it seemed the entire hospital was now bustling with rumors of a dogboy. In fact, it had gotten so out of hand, that when the lead physician had overheard the rumors, he approach Dr. Blake and asked why half the hospital thought there was a werewolf roaming the halls at night. To which, Dr. Blake just laughed and shrugged.


The situation became even more grave, when nurses and other hospital staff were caught in the preparation room viewing Dr. Blake instead of performing their own tasks. Needless to say, the constant attention was becoming a hassle to the overworked doctor. There was rarely a minute in the day he had privately and he would rather spend that time studying. Sighing, he glanced at his watch and saw that it was already too late to drive home. A routine that happened so frequently, he went out and bought himself a cot to sleep on for such an occasion. He pulled the cot from the corner of his office and feeling too tired and too stressed, rested his eyes and drifted to sleep.


When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to see that light was streaming in through his corner window. A nurse, who had just walked in, announced that the patient had arrived and was currently in the "prep chamber." She also scolded the doctor for sleeping at work again, and made her way to the door smiling just a little as she exited the room. He figured the smile was probably because she had just seen Zeke for the first time. He snickered, and rose up out of his cot patting the wrinkles of his shirt for a moment. As he made his way down the corridor to the Operating Room, he half expected people to look at him oddly for wearing the same clothes to work again. But when a temp handed him a fresh cup of coffee, he realized it didn't matter, they all knew he was the type to pull "all-nighters." And as long a Zeke was going to have a successful operation, he didn't care what he wore, all the same.


As he walked into the prep chamber, he was amazed to find there was nobody stationed at the viewing window looking at Zeke. Relieved, he made his way over to the basin and began to wash and sanitize his hands thoroughly. Two assistants had poked their head in from the operating room to announce the patient was under anesthesia and giggled slightly as they disappeared from sight again. The staff was definitely handling the operation more professionally, he thought sarcastically. Although, the prep room WAS empty, feat that seemed almost surreal. He picked up a pair of heavy lined rubber gloves from the dispenser and proceeded to dress down in proper "blue" attire. Hesitating slightly, Blake realized he couldn't put off the operation any longer and walked into the operating room ready for anything.


There on the table, was a very "knocked out" Zeke. This time, however, a white frock had been placed over his body and the tail was poking through the back of it. It still hung over the side of the table, but remained the only visible difference between the pup and a normal patient. Dr. Blake walked up to the boy and looked at his face, "it was the last time it would look so natural," he thought. This would be difficult on the pup physically and mentally, since he could no longer have a normal life. It was truly a gigantic step for such a young kid. And he began to admire the boy's courage to undergo such a life-transforming operation. A nurse handed him a small scalpel and he hesitated for a moment, hovering the blade inches above Zeke's cheek. But after thinking about the licks that the pup had given him, he knew it was the right choice. And grasping the left cheek, he began to cut into the skin.


"Two incisions on the left and right cheek, three inches long, and starting from the lip. A splint on either side will pull the skin tight and elongate the mouth." It was finished almost as soon as Blake had said it. The corners of Zeke's lips were now parallel with his ears. And no sooner had he made the incisions, had he realized why Zeke had looked slightly different from the check-up visit. His teeth had been filed down and capped to appear more canine. In the three days after his check-up, Zeke's handler must've taken him to the dentist. And with his lips gaping and teeth bared, he really did appear to be a dog. There was a slight problem with his left cheek, however. It would not stop bleeding, so one of the nurses cauterized the wound; an extra sore that Zeke would not enjoy when he awoke and the group moved on to the next procedure.


Blake lifted Zeke's upper lip and sawed through the material separating the nasal cavity from the mouth. A pre-formed carbon molded cast of a canine muzzle had been formed for Zeke, on account of the surgery. And after removing most of the cartilage from Zeke's nose, it fit quite well. Now, Zeke's nose stuck out about four extra inches and with a little extra work, Blake positioned the nostrils directly over the tip of the muzzle, giving Zeke the true visage of a man's best friend. And as simply as it had started, Blake was done with yet another difficult surgery. But, not without first setting the 71 strategic stitches that were placed inside the nostrils to facilitate breathing and healing.


As the nurses were bandaging up Zeke's face, Blake looked up and down Zeke's body for a minute. He glanced at the tail hanging over the table, and at the face he had marred. The moment was very somber for the doctor, as he realized, he had to hurt the pup in order for the pup to be happy. He reached a hand out and pat the pup's thigh gently, being careful not to disrupt the tail. And felt bad for being the one that had to put him through all this. Later in the day another doctor would visit Zeke in his room and perform the third procedure, a stitch at the base of his penis, which connects to the lower abdominal skin. The result of which, is a penis that lies parallel with the stomach and makes it easier for the pup to "relieve himself." In general, the pup was being put through a lot and Blake wondered why his handler had opted to have the surgeries done in the least amount of recovery time. It was beginning to become very peculiar and some things weren't adding up properly.


The nurse removed Zeke from anesthesia and the pup heaved a little. A feeding tube was inserted along with an IV drip and Blake stared at Zeke's mummified face. The bandages were protruding out due to the new muzzle, but Zeke was tossing his head slightly. This time he would be recovering in the hospital longer and Blake thought about visiting him in his room. But no sooner was the thought in his mind that he realized the pup was being wheeled away to his room and the two of them were separated again.