Must have stabbed him fifty fucking times, I can't believe it. Ripped his heart out right before his eyes, eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it

"Awe man shut up," Kevin yelled at the grunts and muffled cries of the man tied to the table in the medwing. "Piss it's cold in here. Why is it so cold in here?" He was looking at Eddward who was examining his injured arm. "Edd-"

"Quiet," said Eddward, pulling a light close to restitch the arm. "You're bleeding again. This injury appears to not have healed whatsoever. Although I know that is false as the skin is forming due to the previous stitching. However, whatever it was that actually bit you seems to have a chemical in its saliva to keep it bleeding. Similar to that of a mosquito or a tick."

"Ew." The muffled cries came again, along with struggling. Kevin glanced at the man. "So me then him?"

"Yes, you're more important at this given moment," he said, frowning at the arm. "This is highly perplexing and it troubles me more than it should. You're behaving rather well for someone who is terrified of needles." He carefully pressed the stitching through the soft flesh, a mound of gauze to catch the blood that oozed from it. Kevin's muscles tensed, his hand flexing into a fist. He was averting his eyes from the procedure.

"Eh, it's a different kind of needle," he admitted. "But I still don't like it."

"Indeed," Eddward chuckled. "Since you're behaving so well, I'll give you a treat afterwards."

"Do I get to pick what kinda treat I get?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

"I'll think about it," Edd said honestly. He grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped the last stitching. Carefully, he wrapped the arm in gauze so the wound could breathe. Then, he shook some tablets into Kevin's hand and offered him some water. "This will have to do for now. I'll have to run some tests on your blood and see if I can come up with an antidote for this. Hopefully something will stop your profuse bleeding. The injury is something you can handle, I hope. Jack would really like you to go back to work."

"Yeah I really want to go back to work." Kevin frowned, tossing the pills back with a gulp of water. He hissed in through his teeth. "Problem is this arm. I can't go alone if it keeps bleedin'."

"Yes, I might request to go with you," Eddward said. He disposed of the medical waste and cleaned up where he and Kevin were working while the ginger put clothes back on. Quietly, the surgeon removed his hat and coat, setting them aside on a chair. With a deep breath, he applied a surgeon's mask and an apron. He rolled up his sleeves, scrubbed his arms clean and donned gloves. Kevin watched him carefully lay out all of his instruments onto a silver tray before quietly taking it over to the man who struggled to break free. Kevin's heart started to pound rapidly in his chest.

"So uh... "

"If you wish to stay, you may," Eddward said, "but I cannot guarantee you will like what you witness." He paused, his voice lowered. "Even I don't like what I witness…" He took a deep breath and straightened himself. Beside him was a small recorder. "Kevin, if you could please?" The ginger perked up. "Right over there, if you would hit 'play' on that-yes. Thank you."

Classical music slowly filled the room. Kevin didn't recognize it, but he didn't know much about any type of music other than the few things he listened too. The room echoed in beautiful violin and Kevin watched as Eddward carefully hit the record button and began his process. He swallowed hard and kept his distance. He'd seen Eddward complete his tasks beforehand, but never without time constraints. He'd only ever heard the rumors.

It started with a simple incision. Eddward carefully told the man what he was doing to him, or maybe he told the machine? Either way, the process beginning was very simple. To relieve the man from too much pain and suffering, Eddward administered a painkiller. High levels of morphine through a drip bag. Kevin wanted to question why, but he knew Eddward was trying to concentrate.

The first incision came at the lateral antebrachial cutan, or the forearm. The victim couldn't quite feel it, but he could see it. As Eddward carefully slid the blade down the wrist, he spoke coldly and matter-of-factly into the small recorder beside him. "Suspect shows signs of distress. Skin is pliable though scarring shows multiple signs of drug use. Pity. Many of the organs may not be useful in the end." The blade stopped right before it hit any important veins and Eddward pulled the blade back. Blood formed and dribbled from the clean cut. Eddward frowned. "Suspect has poor blood flow. That is curious and mildly alarming."

The man on the table struggled and pulled at the bindings. The blood in the arm only pooled a bit more. Kevin watched with knots in his stomach as Eddward created another cut and this time removed the flesh from the arm. He had to block his ears from the man's muffled screams. After all, watching your own flesh be removed had to be rather frightening. Eddward carefully cut the flesh and placed it under a microscope, murmuring gently.

"Oh dear."

He pulled back and tsked through his teeth from behind the mask. He grasped the man's face and turned it up towards the light a bit more. Carefully, he forced the others eyes open and made a noise of disgust. "Fantastic. When did you become infected?"

The man made a sound that resembled a hearty fuck you. Eddward turned to Kevin, his eyes narrowed dangerously. It wasn't often Kevin saw this look. It was a warning. Carefully, Eddward returned his attention to the man and grasped another scalpel. With careful consideration, he began to make a few more incisions. The cut started from the belly button and made it's way up, practically skinning the human alive-

Kevin let the doors slam behind him as he heard screams echo from behind him. Whatever Eddward was about to do, he didn't want to see it. He shuddered, green eyes wide as he stared at the floor in front of him. He could hear pleading sobs from behind him and he had to move a few steps away from the door-

"Oh you saw, huh?"

He gasped and looked up to view the violet haired woman standing in front of him. "You knew?"

"Duh. There's a reason Jack wanted him. He had top scores in every class. But, he hates doing it. Having the knowledge of the human anatomy and knowing where it causes the most pain without death.. Who wants that knowledge?" She held out a mug with steaming liquid. Hot chocolate. Kevin took it. "It'll be okay. Good thing you left when you did-" She paused as the music was turned up and grimaced. "He must've found something. Music only gets louder when he has to end the life. This is why he hates bringing anyone back. Then he's forced to take his time."

The doors behind them opened and Eddward stepped out in boxers and his undershirt. ARC and Kevin stared at him. "Did you bring me some?"

"Uh… clothes?"

"Oh yes. Right. I was heading for a sanitary bath. Our friend has hepatitis. If you'll excuse me, I must scour my flesh. Thankfully, there were no cuts no my body, however I will have to examine my bloodwork in the next few days. What a nuisance. Good evening." He paused. "Oh ARC, if you could…"

"Already on it," she said. He nodded and walked away. Quietly, ARC sent a message on her phone before heading to the doors and locking them. A small box on the side of the doors was opened and she pressed her hand on it, entered a code and then a small alarm sounded. It was short lived, but a loudspeaker message echoed.

"Will the Ed Boys please stop everything they are doing and head to Medwing C. Immediately. Will the Ed Boys please stop everything they are doing and head to Medwing C. Immediately. That is all."

"I'll talk to you later Kevin," ARC said. "This is going to be a long night."