@shil0wallace
SURGERY IS ROUTINE. Just another Monday. Scrub up. Pre-op. Zydrate and anatomy.
Dan lost count of the number of surgeries he has attended about seven bypasses ago. Twenty-six hour shifts and no sleep, caffeine-addled brain struggling to keep up -- the bodies begin to look the same. It’s around 5 AM when they finally cut the doctor loose from the operating room.
The surgeon wastes no time stumbling down the hospital’s steps into the back lot to get some fresh air.
You would think that the hospital was a safe haven – the people there will save your life, patch you up, replace your liver. Funnily enough, it reminds Dan of a watering hole. All the animals drinking from the same pool, including the beasts. Repo Men with their sharp tools and God complex prowling the edges for the weak.
Exhausted and irritated, the surgeon finds a clean spot on the sidewalk to sit. Botfly maggots squirm before him on the pavement, sucking at the decomposition left behind from all the fallen bodies.
It’s easy to lose focus this way, watching the parents fly nearby like plump fireflies drunk on Zydrate.















