The Operating Theater

The room was clearly some kind of surgical theater, one that had been made at quite some expense.

Whilst the rest of this place may have been a cheap mess of bare brick and mold this room gleamed with cold metal and sterile surfaces. The white tiled walls lined with cabinets that overflowed with the best supplies money could buy. It all came together to give the image of a safe and clean place to perform life saving surgery.

Of course the things on the two operating tables kind of ruined that effect.

“Monica McColl,” Maria breathed to herself as she looked down at the pale corpse on the table.

Maria felt a stab in her gut as she looked over the body of the girl. Her stomach was a mess, surgical instruments held the flaps of skin open to reveal the place where her womb had once been. Now there was only a mess of clotted blood and yellowish puss.

“She was already dead when we arrived,” Miller said from behind Maria, her voice softer now. “She was out cold, didn’t feel a thing.”

GET IT OUT OF ME!

“What about the others?” Maria asked, her throat tight. The memories of Monica gnawing at her mind.

She felt that thing trying to claw its way out of her! Maria thought bitterly. She felt everything.

“We got them out,” Miller began to explain. “A few looked pretty far along.”

Maria felt sick, “I’ll deal with them.”

Miller didn’t say anything, she knew as well a Maria what dealing with them would actually entail, Maria just wanted to lay down and go to sleep but something **** her to lift her eyes from the sad remains of Monica to the thing that was sprawled across the other operating table.