There is a man waiting for the doctor and his time is running out. It is late evening, just over an hour after the doctor first groped for his ringing phone.
“Can you help us?” the woman on the other end had asked, her voice breaking.
Now, preparing for the procedure, the doctor is alert. He moves quickly. He scrubs his hands and arms with soap and snaps on his gloves. His assistant clinks down sterilized instruments and fluid-filled containers onto a stainless steel table. The walls are cinder block, painted a pale yellow. The air is cool and heavy with the scent of disinfectant.
The doctor sits over the patient ready to perform the surgery. He pauses, fixing a picture in his mind, then slices through the skin until he can see the organ’s outer layers. It glistens, milky white and veiny. The doctor cuts off a spongy piece and drops it into a vial. His assistant whisks it away.
Having verified that the procedure was a success, the doctor carefully sutures the patient back up. The patient remains still. The room is quiet. There is no beeping monitor or IV drip. No one checks the patient’s vitals.
He has been given no pain relief.
The patient is dead.
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