Jess felt a fuzzy warm blackness closing in on her. Already unable to feel anything, unable to see or think straight, all that remained was the fear and panic that comes with having no way out, deprived even of a body that would respond to you. With her last wisp of strength, she just weakly made one last plea. "no...please...no...." she uttered in a barely audible whisper. Surprisingly, Bertha heard her, and raised the mask slightly off Jess's face.
"Silly girl!" retorted Bertha. "All these silly thoughts - that's what led you to try and betray the Sisterhood. Believe me, you'll be much better off without these thoughts of yours. No more foolishness now."
With that, Bertha put the mask firmly back onto Jess's face and turned up the Sevoflurane to maximum.
Jess's last conscious experience was a burst of odor, a strong chemical smell that swept thru and down into her lungs, causing a slight burning sensation, and a feeling of rising up into the air....
Bertha felt Jess go limp beneath the mask and her breathing become ineffective. Bertha tilted Jess's head back to keep the airway clear and breathed for her, squeezing and releasing the rebreathing bag. Jess's tissues were soon saturated with a mixture of oxygen and anesthetic. She was ready to be intubated.
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