I might throw up on you.
You're doing fine.
You don't seem afraid at all.
I don't understand that.
Well, fear's sort of an odd thing.
When I was in residency,
my first solo procedure
was a spinal surgery
on a 16-year-old kid. A girl.
And at the end, after 13 hours,
I was closing her up and I...
I accidentally ripped her dural sack.
It's at the base of the spine
where all the nerves come together.
Membrane as thin as tissue, and...
So it ripped open.
Nerves just spilled
out of her like angel hair pasta,
spinal fluid flowing
out of her and I...
The terror was just so...
...crazy, so real...
...and I knew I had to deal with it.
So I just made a choice.
I'd let the fear in.
Let it take over. Let it do its thing.
But only for five seconds,
that's all I was gonna give it.
So I started to count.
One, two, three, four, five.
And it was gone.
I went back to work,
sewed her up and she was fine.
If that had been me, I think
I would've run for the door.
No, I don't think that's true.
You're not running now.