Hannah Weston is a surgeon. She takes great pride in her job even reciting the doctor oath during surgeries but like all people Hannah has a story to tell. After finishing a surgery she shares her first experiences as a doctor as a child giving her mother stitches after her drunken father beat her. This continued for many years until her mother got the courage to leave her father, but she also left her behind. The abuse had already been a part of her life but got worse upon her mother’s departure but Hannah never lost sight of her life goal, to be a doctor and she achieved it. It is not until a drunk driver is brought in that she realizes just how much unfinished business she has with her father. With the man laying on her table her minds begins to wonder if she could kill him. Finally realizing that this man isn’t her father she operates on him and saves his life though in the car accident he caused five people died. She realizes that doctors do have the ability to play God, to give and take life, but she could not do it anymore. Immediately after this night her hand begins to have uncontrollable tremors that end her career but it forces her to deal with herself. It is in working on the inside that she finds the ability to once again breath freely and live day-to-day helping people in whatever way she can.

DI/ Female- With Steady Hands

  • (Scene opens with Hannah Weston in the midst of surgically stitching a patient. She does it with ease and perfection. She recites the oath that all doctors take; something that seems to assist her in staying calm while she does her job. The oath can be mixed within the lines she says below. She ties off the last of the stitches before addressing the audience.) “I will respect the privacy of my patients, for their problems are not disclosed to me that the world may know. Most especially must I tread with care in matters of life and death. If it is given me to save a life, all thanks. But it may also be within my power to take a life; this awesome responsibility must be faced with great humbleness and awareness of my own frailty. Above all, I must not play at God.” (Oath) (She begins to take off all of her surgical coverings, wash her hands and relax into conversation.) There was this game that we played as kids where there was a body on this board game and you had to put the bones, I believe it was bones, into the holes with these tweezers, and if you hit the side it will buzz you and you would lose. I never lost a game. (Laughs) Don’t get me wrong, surgery is a little different from the game but it gave me my love for helping others. My mother always told me that I was special and I guess all mothers say that; I really believed my mother when she told me. (Beat) Plus it was one of the last things I clearly remember her saying to me. My father on the other hand he usually only complimented me when he was too drunk to even know my name. “Hey girl. You will never be anything in life. Not a teacher, a mother and definitely not a damn doctor. You’re too stupid for that. So stupid. “ (He laughs a drunken laugh) That was my father. He was a scary man. He was drunk so much I’m not sure he ever really knew what it was to be a father. I felt like he hated me, without reason, pure hate that seemed to live in the physical. But I held on and kept fighting.




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