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Butch heard the faint but steady beeping and it was what dragged him back to awareness. He slowly opened his eyes and saw white walls. He glanced around slowly and realised that he was in a hospital room. A short medic rushed in.
"Don't move." the medic instructed. "You'll tear the sutures and perhaps detach your heart."
"What?" Butch asked, confused.
He tried moving his arms and legs but they were strapped down to the table.
"Don't move." the medic said again. "Doc has everything wired up very carefully, if you move too much, you'll detach the sutures on your blood vessels."
"What did he do?" Butch demanded.
"A brilliant piece of surgery." the medic replied. "It was amazing. Such skill, such finesse. He's one of the greatest surgeons I've ever seen. The way he sliced and sutured those veins and arteries was pure genius. No one else could have removed your heart and still have you living. See!"
He pointed at a table beside Butch. The criminal glanced over and stared in disbelief and horror. In small jars on the table were a heart, kidney, and bladder. Natural tubing ran from each jar and...Butch glanced down, into holes in his body.
"What did he do?!" Butch exclaimed, horrified.
"He removed your heart, a kidney, and your bladder from your body cavity." the medic said enthusiastically. "Yet you're still alive. He's amazing! Normally that would require a few surgeons in the room but he did everything himself."
"Put them back in!" Butch cried out.
"Oh, don't worry, he will." the medic assured. "Doc's experimenting with what will happen if the organs are placed in different parts of the cavity. He was about to put them back in when the other trouble started so I'm afraid you'll have to wait until he's ready."
"I want them back in their proper order!" Butch ordered.
The medic gave Butch a peculiar look.
"Doc received instructions that he was to do with you whatever he wished." he said. "So you don't really have a say in the matter. Sorry."
"Olaf!" a voice yelled.
"Coming!" the medic replied.
He grinned at Butch.
"Good luck! And don't worry, Doc can do anything!"
With that he left the room. Butch glanced around, too afraid to do anything other than breathe very slowly and carefully. He felt the urge to pee, but didn't know what would happen with his bladder sitting on the table there. |