The woman lay naked on the bench, arms tied out from her tiny body, making her look like she was being crucified horizontally. Her long blonde hair coiled under her head, which was taped down to the rough, splintered boards beneath her. A tube snaked into her lungs and fogged with each breath. She struggled with the bonds tying her petite arms and legs to the boards they lay upon.
Her scrubs were piled in the corner, white coat crumpled on top of the pile. A young man bent over the coat and pulled off a pin. The diamonds that created a shape of a bone sparkled in the bright light of the barn. Spotlights had been hung in the corners, and their beams focused on the woman on the bench.
He pocketed the pin and went over to a box in another corner of the structure. He pulled out a brown bottle and a scalpel. He placed a surgical mask over his mouth and nose prior to walking over to the woman. The woman tried to scream against the tube in her throat. No sound emerged.He stood to the left of his patient. The woman squinted in the bright light shining down on her. He opened up the brown bottle, and poured the liquid onto the woman’s left side. The woman’s left breast and chest stained amber under the solution. He reclosed the bottle and set it aside. He hoisted the scalpel, checking the blade for any nicks. It was perfect.