I was teetering in the lab during anatomy class when it happened. Most people there had the sense to leave the room when they wheeled in the human cadaver, heh, not me. I had something to prove to Sereina. I had to proove that I wasn't the gutless wimp most people believed me to be. I stood at the back of the room gasping for air and struggling to force myself to gaze upon the dead body strung out on the operating table. The prof stood at the table mindlessly rambling on oblivious to the fact that there was anyone there unable to handle the goreing about to transpire. The professer pulled out a bone saw, or something of the like, and proceeded to cut off the left forearm. The squishing and buzzing sound of the saw scraping through flesh and bone was too much. I passed out. It was only a matter of seconds before the professer was waving smelling salts under my nose. "Couldn't take it, eh, lad?" the professer beamed. "No, no I was just overwhelmed by finally seeing my dreams of preforming autopsies coming to fruition."I craftily replied. "Really? Well then how would you like to preform the portion of the surgury that is the most fun of all?" He asked. "And that would be?" I questioned shakily. "Why, cracking open the chest cavity of course!" He responded flatly. "Why, it would be an honor." I stated as I tried to withhold my lunch. The students hoisted me to my feet and lead me to the operating table. The doctor handed me a large serated object in the shape of an arc with handles at either end. I hoisted the blade into the air and let it fall onto the body with a loud "chunk!!". Imagine my surprise when I realized I had just severed my leg. I burst into tears. "Eric? Whatever is the matter? " worrily inquired Serena. "I wanted to prove to you that I was tough so that you would go out with me." I bawled. "Now I don't even have a leg." "Why, Eric. I think severed legs are very sexy. That's why I joined this class. Of course I'll go out with you! Why didn't you ask before." she tilted her head oddly to the side as she asked. Boy was my face red!By D.A. Welsh
I stood at the back of the room gasping for air and struggling to force myself to gaze upon the dead body strung out on the operating table. The prof stood at the table mindlessly rambling on oblivious to the fact that there was anyone there unable to handle the goreing about to transpire.
The professer pulled out a bone saw, or something of the like, and proceeded to cut off the left forearm. The squishing and buzzing sound of the saw scraping through flesh and bone was too much. I passed out. It was only a matter of seconds before the professer was waving smelling salts under my nose.
"Couldn't take it, eh, lad?" the professer beamed.
"No, no I was just overwhelmed by finally seeing my dreams of preforming autopsies coming to fruition."I craftily replied.
"Really? Well then how would you like to preform the portion of the surgury that is the most fun of all?" He asked.
"And that would be?" I questioned shakily.
"Why, cracking open the chest cavity of course!" He responded flatly.
"Why, it would be an honor." I stated as I tried to withhold my lunch. The students hoisted me to my feet and lead me to the operating table.
The doctor handed me a large serated object in the shape of an arc with handles at either end. I hoisted the blade into the air and let it fall onto the body with a loud "chunk!!". Imagine my surprise when I realized I had just severed my leg. I burst into tears.
"Eric? Whatever is the matter? " worrily inquired Serena.
"I wanted to prove to you that I was tough so that you would go out with me." I bawled. "Now I don't even have a leg."
"Why, Eric. I think severed legs are very sexy. That's why I joined this class. Of course I'll go out with you! Why didn't you ask before." she tilted her head oddly to the side as she asked.
Boy was my face red!