[|87 :: 1 don’t really wr;te stuff l;ke th;s, let alone post ;t but 1 felt ;nsp;red by some other people who have posted s;m;lar th;ngs. So here 1 present a scenar;o ;nsp;red by a pat;ent of m;ne. There you lay, so vulnerable and weak on my operat;n table Soft beeps of v;tal mon;tor;n equ;pment f;ll the r00m You grab my arm, and beg me to f;x you, “please get ;t out of me” you plea as the anesthes;a clouds your m;nd. “Fear not, you are ;n g00d hands” ;s all you can make out before your v;s;on blurs. You flash ;n and out of consc;ousness, pa;n ;s absent but the s;ght of your color sta;n;n my robes ;s all you see each t;me you wake. The fear, the uncerta;nty, the all consum;n confus;on as your th;nkpan struggles to funct;on. 1t ;s almost overwhelm;ng. The cold unaltered express;on on my mask leaves a feel;n of unease. You cannot make out my fac;al express;ons as 1 work, but you see me move w;th grace as my t00ls rend you apart and suture you back together. One f;nal tug of the threaded needle sets your th;nkpan at ease. “1t’s over, the shrapnel ;s gone” you th;nk to yourself. T;me fl;es by as you let yourself fall unconsc;ous. Only when you awake ;n a hosp;tal bed do you real;ze, part of you feared be;n cut open. But the other part of you ;s eternally grateful that someone bothered to save you. #gore #v;olence #substance #bodyhorror