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The kids back in school would have done anything to ruin his concentration. Sundin carefully manipulated the flashing end of his surgical knife through the wet, slimey entrails of an opened test subject. Blood sullied everything from the tables, to his hands, to his elbows. His plastic gloves had gone from clear, to yellow, to crimson, and bruised shades of brown and black. He swiftly laced a suture through two opened pieces of the subjects colon, trying not to disturb anything around the rectangular brace that held up the abdomen. With two gentle tugs, the first sutures tightened.
Chhhhhh-chhhhhhhhhrrr
The intercom hissed its garbled message. Sundin paid it no mind. He dropped a few bloodied, metal objects into a bowl waiting on the instrument table and glanced towards the technician's window. No one was there.
I think he picks out the worst times on purpose.
With an abrupt snap, the gloves came off. Sundin traipsed to the sink and began to long process of submerging his arms in soap and water. He didn't bothered cleaning everything, after all the administration deserved what they got for disturbing him mere seconds after a procedure. So, the skin bits and blood splatters and unidentifiable fluids were going to stay on until they had enough and left him be. He pounded on the technician's door.
"What~what~what?!"
No one could see him from behind the door, so he took the time to open his mouth in a silent, but roaring scream at the door that contorted his entire face, and chanted noiselessly:IhateyouIhateyouIhateyou . . .
Then, he opened the door, nice-as-can-be, and with a personable expression on his face gave a pleasant: "Oh, hello, there. . . ." And he grinned a sly fox's grin, flashing and assuring.
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