I had a patient today. I do not cut to the flesh. My Thimble is so much finer than that. It catches onto things too small for even blood to know it exists. I worked slowly. I teased apart little strands no microscope could ever hope to see. Every cell, and every impossibly tiny knot that tells a body what its supposed to become. "There you are..." I said. I found it. I found something I was certain was wrong. It wasn't. The disease had rewritten this part of him, so much, that the healthy cells seemed to be irregular. I mistook the body's attempt to compensate as the source of the illness. I picked the corrections apart. I smoothed every imperfection until only the damaged instructions were left. Healthy tissue loses the argument. Cells divide exactly as they are told. Unfortunately, they are now listening to the disease. When I finished, I swiped away invisible dust from my gloves and smiled with exhausted satisfaction. "I got all of it." I believed it at the time. From that point onward, whatever was quietly consuming my patient, ahd nothing else to fight. I accidentally restored it to prominence. How is it that I know this? Because I am lucid. For only a few more moments. It is my guilt, I am admitting it to you now. #gore #bodyhorror #horror #medicalhorror
I hoꫂ❁e...I hoꫂ❁e things can be different for you. Sooner rather than later. ❣︎