Becky was laid out on a pair of tables that had been pulled over into the centre of the room. She was naked, and didn’t seem particularly bothered by that fact. Her breasts were easily the biggest of the three, and perhaps there was a quiet sense of satisfaction in that. She didn’t actually seem nervous at all, considering what was about to happen. She considered the question, rolling her eyes in thought. Then she shrugged.
“You seem to know what you’re doing. Actually, I’ve got one request…”
“Yes?” asked Brie, who was already holding her scalpel.
“No repeats. Wearing matching outfits is a total no-no, even now.”
“So you’re saying not to skin you?”
“Just try something that looks dead but doesn't involve skinning me alive or gutting me, ok?"
“Uh…I’ll see what I can do?”
“Magic. Put me under, Doc.” Soon, the redhead was sound asleep. Michelle regarded her prone form. She didn’t have any eyebrows, but that was clearly what she was going for.
“I don’t think she’s treating this with the gravity it deserves. This isn’t a fashion show.”
“Whatever helps her cope, I guess. I just hope she’s as calm when she wakes up.” Brie measured up her latest subject. Well, skinning and gutting was out. Good thing she had someone to brainstorm with this time.
“Any suggestions, nurse?”
“Well…I think that arm has to go.” It was a good point. The arm was broken, and even if she took painkillers, it was functionally useless now. Plus, it was something new, which was the only “request” given to her. Brie went over to Becky’s left side, holding the arm up.
“Where should we cut?”
“It’s the humerus that’s hurting her. That’s the upper part of her arm. I’d say we take the whole thing off.”
“Well…let’s get started, I guess. Hold her arm for me.” Brie felt around the arm, looking for where the joint was, before cutting a thin line around it with her scalpel. Retrieving the saw, she took a deep breath before she started. It was much easier sawing someone else’s bones at least. Becky didn’t even flinch as Brie sawed through just beneath her shoulder, and soon the arm dropped free. Brie placed the severed arm on another table, resisting the urge to wave it at Michelle-play could come afterwards.
“Well, that solves the issue of the broken arm. Now what?” Michelle gazPost too long. Click here to view the full text.