Chapter 41:
Who am I? [Psychological Horror]
After I sterilized the scalpel, I held it in my hand and got ready to perform the surgery.
I didn’t know if I could do it. I wasn’t sure if what I was doing was the right thing.
I really wanted to save my friend, but I could kill him instead of helping him.
Every time I felt like I was in the most helpless situation, a new one came.
Why are these even happening to me? What did I do to deserve all these…
“MMMMMM…”
“Okay, okay, I am doing it,” I replied as Jack tried to scream at me.
My breathing had become heavy, and my hands were shaking. I still wasn’t sure if I could manage it, but I had to do it.
“I am sorry,” I said as I touched his skin with the scalpel.
Then I closed my eyes, pressed the scalpel down, and pulled toward myself, opening his skin.
“Aghhhhh,” he lifted his whole upper body with instinct and lay down again.
“I am sorry, I am sorry,” I said, looking at the cut I made.
A second later, blood started to come out of his cut.
I expected it, naturally, but it surely would make my work harder.
I lifted him from the other side toward me, letting the blood spill, so I could see what was inside him.
He was still in pain and was biting his shirt as hard as he could.
After the blood had cleared a bit, I saw that the cut I made was nowhere near the stomach itself.
I had to cut more.
I didn’t know if that was the right thing to do, but I let him fall on his back again and used the scalpel to cut his stomach again.
“Agh-”
Jack fainted as I finished cutting the second time.
“Jack, Jack! Wake up.”
“Jack, don’t scare me like that.”
No, no, no, no. I couldn’t have killed him. There is no way. Could a human die because of this?
Tears started to fall, and my vision started to get blurry.
“Jack, don’t die on me, buddy,” I tried to talk to him.
Then, with the hope of a sign of life, I put my hand on his chest.
Lup-DUB! Lup-DUB Lup-DUB!
His heart was still beating!
He wasn’t dead; he had just fainted because of the pain, as he expected.
But now the problem was bigger. Even if the capsule inside of him won’t kill him, the cut will. I had to be quick.
“I hope you won’t get mad at me,” I whispered as I started to cut his stomach multiple times to reach his insides.
After cutting his skin, fat, muscles, veins, and everything that could be found, I reached his organs.
Blood was all over my face and shirt. My hands were red, and I could hardly see his insides.
It was going to be harder to do the rest.
I used a scalpel to make the last cut, but since my vision was blurry and his wound was full of blood, instead of his stomach organ, I cut his intestines under it.
The smell was already terrible with blood, raw meat, and all. However, now I started smelling shit. But this was normal considering what I cut.
I had to be careful now. Time was not my friend anymore, as it was before.
I lifted him again, letting the blood spill, revealing his insides.
As I saw his stomach, I cut it and opened it up like a handbag.
I threw the scalpel away and pushed my hand inside his organ.
But even before I could search for the capsule, I pulled my hand away fast because of the pain.
His stomach acid burned my hand in an instant.
I took a deep breath and pushed my hand in again.
It hurt like I had put my hand in boiling water. But I had to bear the pain to save him.
I searched inside his stomach for the capsule, but there was a lot of stuff because he had just eaten.
I drew back and used my other hand to search again.
This time, my hand touched something round but hard for a second. It was small, so it would take a while for me to locate it again.
So I grabbed everything I could and drew my hand back.
I then opened my hand. There were food pieces, but one was a different color.
Blue. And it looked like a capsule he mentioned.
“I did it, Jack. I found it,” I said.
Jack was unconscious but should have still been alive.
I put my hand on his heart to feel his heartbeat, and it was still beating.
“I did it. Now, heal him.”
Jack suddenly started to cough while I heard the writing noise again.
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