In the operation room
The vein neurons matched under the microscope. A hand with rubber gloves turned the medical scissors to the nurse and sighed, "Sew the wounds."
Afterward, the doctor looked at the ECG monitor. There were some wavy lines on the screen.
The man on the table moved his eyeballs like he woke up from a long dream.
A silver gun was against his chest, "The materials in the birth control pills you give Avery, shouldn't you explain, Dr. Charles?"
His chest was in pain like something was pushing.
In the dream, he knelt on the ground and laughed at the sky. He said without any fear, "You should feel lucky that tons of people are interested in your woman, though you don't give a damn."
"You're asking for death."
"You think I'm afraid? I couldn't live without her."
"Really? I would like to try. You show interest in my woman? You wanna die, I'll make it happen."
"Then do it."
Bang
Beeping