He took it back: this was the weirdest surgery he'd ever done. And not just because he was breaking bones that were trying to set themselves very quickly, without the benefit of anesthesia. After what he just did, that was relatively minor.
No, it was the weird shrieking with pain and jokes, pretty much right in his ear and sometimes hardly attached to what he as doing. "That's not leakage." "I was nowhere near your pancreas! That was your liver." "Would you try to hold that still? Try harder!" "If you don't let me finish up, you don't get Jello. Blue Jello." "You need stitches, stop complaining."
His own commentary was punctuated by the kid - who was making a rapid and remarkable recovery - reaching over and flicking his patient. "Hey," he said, but without the force of Nurse Mom. Right now, the kid could pretty much get away with murder, much less mocking his partner. It was probably going to get old real quick.
"Okay!" he finally said, and lifted his hands again. "Your ordeal is over. Get this man some Jello and a lollipop." There was a burst of laughter, some with a reasonable attempt at smothering, the entire mood of the OR easing now that the worst truly was over and all that was left was some very rapid metabolizing and healing.
And, apparently, keeping the cops from realizing what they were doing as they cleaned up. And one other thing... "Anyone know what a flight from here to New York runs?" he asked the room as he stripped off the second set of gloves and gown.