The Operation
Mika Spruill“Is everybody ready for the hard part?” Dr. Brinn asked, testing the forceps in his hand.
Several doctors assembled around the room nodded and murmured their assent.
Finally, Brinn looked down at me. “Are you ready, Sam?”
No! I’m not ready at all, I wanted to shout, but I had no way to tell them I was still awake. My body lay motionless, bound to the surgical table with my chest splayed open and my heart on display. I’d watched the consternation on the doctor’s face as he worked through my layers, heard his muttered curses, and felt every snip and tug that had gotten us to this point, but I had no voice, no control, and no way to stop it. I could only pray it would end quickly.
Of all my rare physiological flaws, immunity to anesthetics was the one I hated mo
