"Scalpel."
Her hand held steady in the air for several long seconds.
"Scalpel!"
She slowly raised her eyes from the dying man on the table and looked over at the 'nurse'.
"You do know which one of these is... The nearest we have to a scalpel, right?"
"Um, this one, right?"
"Yes. So when I ask for something, you hand it to me. Understand?"
He looked uncomfortable as he handed her the blade, and as she cut into the nearly dead man, he spoke.
"I just feel like an apocalypse isn't an excuse for no manners."
He didn't make it.
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