I was seen by many doctors, and some of them were bringing interns, or medical students, in to see my injury.
Thankfully, it's only a blur of a memory, and doesn't include the whole 20 hours or so I waited for surgery.

I remember being wheeled down an empty hallway headed to surgery.
A nurse parked my bed ourside the OR, annouced my arrival to a lady in scrubs behind a desk, and disappeared.
Every member of the surgery team came up to me one-at-a-time and asked the same questions over and over again.
"Name? Where are you? Do you know why you are here? Allergies? How are you feeling?" and so on.
I answered them all, and when the surgeon finally came over, I was slightly surpised at how young he looked.
But I didn't doubt his abilities at all, everyone in the hospital had been telling me great he was.
I knew I was lucky to have him work on my face.

When he spoke, his soft voice was kind, and confident in his abilities.
It instantly put me more at ease.
I groggily looked at him, and asked "can you make my nose smaller?"
The image of my swollen fat nose stood out in my mind, grossly mishaped and horrifing.
Seeing how distressed I was, he gently smiled and told me that he first needed to get inside to clean and assess my injury.
Crying, I was still so very scared... he comforted me and assured me that he would make the scar on my nose as thin and small as he could.
He sparked some hope in me, during a very dark moment.
I knew I was in good hands
I am so thankful that he was my surgeon.