Sing, Sing, Sing for the Dying of the Day- Herbert West & Dan Cain
Word count: 594
Trigger warnings: gore, death, manipulation
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“Daniel, scalpel!” Herbert shouted urgently, holding his hand out for his clearly terrified assistant to place the blade into.
He quickly sliced an artery in the rapidly waking “patient” (corpse) on the surgical table. The reagent had taken effect too quickly, before Herbert could finish stitching her up, which likely had something to do with the fact they’d tripled the dosage. She started thrashing as Herbert sewed up an incision, hitting him and knocking his glasses off his face. An overlooked shard of glass in her hand cut Herbert’s cheekbone. Patients were always violent when they woke up too early, but it had been his idea, not Daniel’s, so Dan had no clue why Herbert looked at him with that icy stare.
The patient calmed as she bled out, eyes closing as if she were tired and not dying. Dan couldn’t even look at her. She was Dr. Fields, a former colleague of his. It wasn’t like they had killed her, she’d died in a car crash, but it still felt wrong. They had been aquaintances, and Daniel had once met her mother when she had a heart attack. Dr. Fields had cried on his shoulder that day. And now she was dead on their table.
Daniel felt sick.
“The dosage was too high.” Herbert said quietly as he wiped his hands off on his makeshift scrubs like none of this mattered.
Daniel’s frustration spilled over. “You can’t blame that on me!”
“Might I remind you that you were the one who said doubling the dosage might be too little, Daniel.” Herbert shot him a look.
“It was your idea to heighten it in the first place!” He argued back, growing more emotional as Herbert stayed cool.
“No matter,” Herbert suddenly sighed, waving it off. “We need to clean this up.”
“Her.”
“What?”
“She’s still a person, Herbert.” Daniel crossed his arms.
“The subject is dead, Daniel.”
Daniel shook his head and buried his face in his hands before remembering they were bloody and violently pulling away from the stale iron smell. “I… I can’t do this anymore.”
For once, Herbert seemed to falter. “What?”
“Your… subject. I knew her.” Dan lowered himself to the floor. “She graduated last year. We had a few classes together. And now she’s…” he took a deep breath. “I quit, Herbert.”
“Because of one mistake?” A touch of panic crept into Herbert’s voice. “One patient with a personal connection to you?”
“Yes!”
“You can’t let your emotions impact your drive like this.” Herbert reigned in the fear. “What about curing death? Being a hero?”
“I’m not sure that’s what I want anymore.”
“Of course it’s what you want!” Herbert practically ripped his gloves off. “This is just a moment of weakness. I put a stop to those long ago.”
“And that turned out excellently for you, didn’t it?” Dan bit back.
“It did, yes. Not so much for you.”
“So I’m weaker than you?”
“Yes.”
Daniel let out a disbelieving laugh. “You are a heartless bastard.”
“Better than being a failure.” Herbert washed his hands and sat down next to Daniel.
“A failure—“
“I understand this was hard for you.” Herbert interrupted. “But you simply can’t lose motivation. This is too important. I need you.”
“You… need me?”
“Of course I do,” Herbert admitted. “This a two man job. And no one else can do it but us.”
He thought a moment before acquiescing. “You’re right. Okay, okay… I’ll stay.”
“Of course I’m right.” Herbert smiled, then quickly composed himself again. “Alright. One more test?”
“One more test.”
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