A deep, careful incision into the flesh of her midsection. Reopening was an unexpected priority. Not because he made a mistake. He never does. But because the patient was suffering. Stomach pains… nausea… headaches. And the scans showed a foreign body – something that wasn’t there two days ago.
Call it morbid curiosity.
Retractors pried apart the skin; a headlamp exposed the darkness of her abdominal cavity.
But the surgeon wasn’t prepared.
The intruder’s eyelids snapped open revealing beady green eyes. Its mouth gaped exposing rows of wet, pointed teeth.
And its ear-piercing scream…
It tore the operating room in two.
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