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The image captures a highly professional and sterile environment within an operating room. Marijana, a 39-year-old blonde, lies on the surgical table, her figure draped in a surgical gown. Her hair is carefully tucked under a surgical cap, and her face, though serene, is partially obscured by an oxygen mask delivering a steady flow of air. Monitors surround her, displaying vital signs such as heart rate, oxygen saturation, and blood pressure, with gentle beeping sounds punctuating the quiet focus of the room. The surgical team, clad in blue scrubs, gloves, and face masks, works with precision. The lead surgeon stands at Marijana's side, calmly instructing the team, while an assistant prepares sterile instruments laid out on a metal tray. A bright surgical light overhead illuminates the operative field, casting sharp clarity on every detail. The anesthesiologist stands by her head, monitoring her vitals closely, adjusting the anesthesia dosage as needed. The atmosphere is one of concentration and expertise, as each team member performs their role seamlessly, ensuring Marijana’s safety and the success of the procedure.
The driver's seat appears empty at first. Then, the honk of the horn stopes as an older homeless man, ZACK (55-60), lift his head up from the wheel. In the alley behind the window of the house across the street, a man draws the curtain and looks out into the alley and the car parked. Inside the truck He seems high from the drug that he used. In his hand there is a knife that he used for opening his crack cocaine. His disheveled beard and weary eyes tell of a hard life. His clothes—two mismatched button-up shirts (one blue, one red), faded jeans, and worn-out boots—hang loosely on his thin frame.
The driver's seat appears empty at first. Then, the honk of the horn stopes as an older homeless man, ZACK (55-60), lift his head up from the wheel. In the alley behind the window of the house across the street, a man draws the curtain and looks out into the alley and the car parked. Inside the truck He seems high from the drug that he used. In his hand there is a knife that he used for opening his crack cocaine. His disheveled beard and weary eyes tell of a hard life. His clothes—two mismatched button-up shirts (one blue, one red), faded jeans, and worn-out boots—hang loosely on his thin frame.