by V.N. Winnick
It’s the first time they’re making me do it, and I’m giving the man a speech. One I’ve practiced in my head from the moment they told me what needed to be done.
“I’m not a doctor. I’ve got a bachelor’s degree in zoology. That’s the study of animals. I was pretty good with animal anatomy.
“I’ve never operated on a person, or anything living. You’re my first patient, and this is my first amputation. My hands are probably gonna shake. This is gonna be slow, and it’s gonna hurt a lot, because I’ll have to learn as I go. Other than that, no promises.
“You’re really, really sure you want me to do this?”
My head swivels about, looking at the rest of the group as I ask the question. I guess I want it to be a waiver; something to absolve me of responsibility when this whole, lunatic notion eventually goes pear-shaped, as I have no doubt that it will. To my complete astonishment, my “patient” nods, and says between shallow breaths, “Go for it, Doc.”
About the Author
Victoria Winnick is a writer, editor, and chef, living in Calgary, Alberta. She’s been an Associate Editor with Pseudopod since the aughts, has written educational books for children, and her magazine writing has covered everything from the ins and outs (so to speak) of the adult film industry to jumping fences with punk bands. You can hear her own contributions to the podcast on episodes 467 and 532, and if you’re a fan of roleplaying games or compassionate anarchy, you can follow her blog at lady-luminoth.tumblr.com.