Will Be Alright

Emberline held the clamps tightly, her fingertips turned pale from the dedication, Eva's hands immersed in the task before her. The man, a tragic visitor that fateful morning, had entered without a leg and with a throat full of remnants of coal.

His friend had accompanied him, who had informed them of those who, driven by resentment, had force-fed him coal in payment for debts unpaid. The patient lay prone as Eva meticulously unearthed the remnants of coal from his entrails. Emberline and Quinn, charged with the duty of holding open the man's stomach, bore witness to the agonizing spectacle. The blood, once a torrent, had ceased its reckless spillage. Eva dislodged another small stone and put it out on the little tablet by the table, another small victory. Every act of exploration sent shivers through Quinn, the mere sound of the rearrangement of organs threatening to unleash the contents of his stomach.