People are breakable. I know because I ripped one.
I sat in a cadaver lab tonight and slid my metal probe across fascia, muttering just-audible Latin prefixes, and suddenly, it caught. A tiny rip sped from the center of my instrument to the deeper tissues--no bigger than a fingernail, but I felt it, and so did he.
I grabbed the bottle of preservative spray in an effort to undo my mistake
and all of a sudden
he was claylike, crunchy,
and I was helpless.
It was too much.
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