Whirring of the bone saw punctuated the operation room. This continued throughout the next few minutes. The lower extremity of the leg was placed in a biohazard bag to be disposed of responsibly.
The head surgeon didn’t celebrate knowing the gravity of the situation.
“This is what separates us from the ax murderer. People like to see us as the same people. We both hack off limbs but in different ways. The package deal continues despite our efforts to show that the former is for pain and mayhem and we, the latter, are all about sustaining life and not sacrificing.”
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