Finley changed course and headed to Christoph's cabin again. He knocked on the door.
"It's open," a whimpering German voice replied.
Finley opened the door. The surgeon cleared his throat.
"What do you say?"
"I'm taking the surgery. I'm ready as I'll ever be."
"Come on, then. Have a lie down."
It was a miracle that the 7'3 Finley fit on the operating table. Christoph fit an anesthesia mask onto him.
"I will count to ten. One, two, three..."
Finley fell unconscious before the surgeon could reach five.
***
Finley woke up with a strange void in his heart.
"Is it over?"
Christoph gave a nod. "It's over. How are you feeling?"
"Besides the usual crude oil in my lungs, I'm fine," Finley replied.
"Now how do you feel about Ye-jun?"
"Him? He's... alright, I guess. But I don't see what's so special about Dae-jung."
"Ah. It worked. That will be... €25,465."
"W-What?!" Finley exclaimed.
"Just pulling your leg! That will cost nothing!" Not that the money would be worth anything....
"Thank you," Finley said as he ducked under the door frame of the cabin.
"Come see me again if there are any further complications!"
That was... weird. he thought. He coughed. There were no flowers, much to his relief.
Why do I feel like there's something missing...?
He was left with that thought for the rest of the day. The end.
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