The lamp above the bed casted a bright, almost blinding light over the bed, making all the metal instruments around it shine. The tools had all been sterilized and the patient laid unconscious. Everything was set to go, so I began. I was the only one in the room other than the patient. He looked to be in his early 30's and looked very healthy. But I knew better than that. What lurked inside that mans head was pure, pure evil. The sickness that took over your body and mind in seconds. The kind you can't cure with medication. However surgery was another story.
Grabbing the necessary tools, I began to make a gapping hole in his head.
This would now cut him of his demons. Literally. Now the hole was the door back to depths of hell where this dammed thing belonged.
A piercing scream filled the room and I covered my ears. The light flickered and sparked as the screams turned to hideous screeches. Soon dark shadow like forms emerged from the patients head and floated around the room so fast my eyes could barely see them.
The screeches intensified until I could no longer even stand, the pain was excruciating. I fell to my knees and prayed the thing would go back to where it came.
Minutes passed and the silence blessed my ears once more.
I stood up regaining my balance as my head began to spin a bit.
I opened my eyes and the room was the same as before. New tools, lights that stayed constant, but the patient was different. Now, it was a woman, a pregnant woman. However she was not unconscious. Instead she laid there as calm as could be.
"Hello, what is your name?"
"Valerie."
"Why are you here, Valerie?"
"Oh Doctor. I can't have this child. Please. Help me." I nod. I know what I must do.
Yet another patient to cure.
I begin with the abortion, although it sickens me.
Piece by piece I pull out chunks of undeveloped human flesh and place it on the tray.
Valerie's cries and sobs act as background noise.
I remove the last bits of the now dead fetus and look to Valerie.
"Alright. It is done."
"Oh thank you. Thank you so much!"
Her joy sends a pain into my heart. How could someone be so happy for the death of an infant. No matter how inconvenient it must be. I look at the remains of the child. The bloody chunks of meat. Minutes ago that was a beautiful living being, now, nothing but meat.
I close my eyes, the sight to much for me, but when I open them, in the place of the pieces, is a baby.
The baby I just dismembered now sits on the tray alive and developed. All its limbs attached, it's little chest moves up and down as it takes in deep breaths of air for the first time.
I take the baby in my arms. Now we are the only ones in the room. I cradle the small being and feel like I must protect him with my life. Like nothing matters but him. But it's only a matter of seconds before he disappears from my arms and returns to his former state.
Valerie sits back on the table, and I take a closer look at her. She seems so familiar. Like I'm looking in a mirror.
