Adwin
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1. Copyright: These are all my characters. Copyright © 2011 All Rights Reserved. Send comments to JLNickymaster@yahoo.com
Also, I only get about 10 sentences written on a bad day. On a good day, maybe 10 word doc pages. But, I dont have an editor nor, a reader at this time. Sorry for any mistakes. Email me if you see something horrible or just want to feedback my error.
2. Violence: No, but it is held in a hospital. Bound to be some sick or injured.
3. Sexual content: Ummm, No. This is PART 1.
4. Special thanks: not yet
5. Language: No
6. Start Date: Wee hours of the morning in July 2011
Adwin prologue:
A familiar scene took place once again. The sweat generated from the heat of the operating room lamps began to pool in her cap as she walked into the room. Surging waves of florescent power beat down on her head. The operation was about to begin and she barely surveyed the hot desert of sterile land before counting gowns and breathing in deeply the strong scent of antiseptic cleanser she knew would irritate her until acclimatized. Briefly regarding the conclave of hundreds of pieces of surgical equipment available, she picked up two pieces and set to work. The others in the room moved closer. Adwin didn’t look up again for quite some time.
Doctor Adwin Hillard Holbrook, daughter of philanthropist and world renowned neurosurgeon Dr. Adley Hillton Holbrook, followed rapidly and precisely in her fathers footsteps in half the life span. From early preschool recognition of abnormally high intelligence testing, her father soon ensured his gifted daughter was fully guided toward medicine. Through formative years and into her teens Adwin Holbrook learned to focus her astute mind into the fascinating world her father already lived and breathed. Childhoods earliest years were spent as a pupil in his greatness as she was molded and prodded to become dedicated into his passion. Teenage years, where gangly limbs and self consciousness was usually brought into the mix, sometimes overwhelmingly, went unnoticed as she deemed her physical changes simply products of cellular biology occurring among all humans. Only within her own thoughts, primarily dominating the genetic makeup of her eccentric existence was she often prone to small allowances of inner satisfaction. She was never truly praised by her father for her successes. Nor did she recognize the many attempted efforts toward success as failures. Her father, a patient but direct teacher, moved quickly forward once the concepts were grasped by his progeny. Lingering over knowing the pattern of truth and not truth were simply parts of the equation of the myriad of puzzles life presented to her, in the grand course of her tutelage. And with time, soon Adwin began to discover a keen awareness toward the field of surgery herself. She spent many years at her father’s side, crawling, walking, and then often running to keep up with him during his patient rounds. She traveled with him to different countries, pushing her skills and learning from the finest building blocks he offered. Even today, at the age of 35 she was deeply enmeshed in the field of neurosurgery filling the gaping hole at Holbrook Hospital, left behind when her illustrious father passed away five years before.
She, not only successfully began to fill a world wide medical need with her incredible skills, smoothly transitioning into her fathers large footprints, she began to introduce innovative and ingenious surgical methodology decreasing patient surgical recovery time in half for some very specific brain surgeries. She was priority published in top medical journals, scheduled to speak at Medical Association worldwide seminars, and she continued to research the arena of neurosurgical studies for cranial medicine often finding answers to the hardest of puzzles in brain function that stymied her medical peers. She seemed unstoppable.