Breathe. That’s it. Just breathe. You’re safe. I’ve got you.
Don’t worry. You won’t feel any pain. I can promise you that. And of course you can’t move. Chemical paralysis. Very simple. Safer for us both. You’re only… awake.
I want you awake.
I want you to see the work.
So beautiful, humans. Such specimens we make for each other, flesh caged in bone, vitality trapped in blood–
Who’d have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
There is so much blood in you.
I’ve kept most of it in.
I wish you could feel my hands. Feel with my hands: grasp your grey-pink lungs, watch them swell and shrink, wrap fingers around your heart and hold tight as it tries to jump free. I’m almost tempted to squeeze.
But I digress. I said I wanted you to see. Show you how perfect you are inside. How perfect I knew you would be.
I do have a mirror. Let me just lift your head–there.
Aren’t you marvelous?