The First Cut
“Scalpel,” Becky said with assurance, and Lucy gave it to him silently. As though even the walls were waiting, the room seemed to take a collective breath. Becky started the cut, her hand steady. Her stomach turned as the first slice sent a foul stink into the air. She suppressed a wave of sickness and kept her concentration. All eyes were focused on the work at hand, and nobody spoke.
The First Cut
Unleashed Darkness
Thick, black fluid poured out the wound, nearly throwing Becky off balance, and she flinched. The vile stuff gathered under her steady fingers. She took a deep breath and tried to remain calm while carrying out the surgery. The tension in the air made their little space feel even more constrained. As they waited to see what horror lay behind the dog’s tormented skin, everyone held their breath.
Unleashed Darkness
