Welcome to Day 6 of my Guro Challenge!
Today is surgery. Let's have Eren waking up during surgery on his stomach! This is very rare in our world, so it shouldn't happen to you, but it can. The chance is very low.
I've done some research and read some articles on waking up during surgery, so I hope this is true enough. I will probably get some details wrong—I've never experienced any surgery that I can remember. Do they put in a breathing tube when doing surgery on stomachs? I wouldn't think so.
An anesthesiologist monitors the amount and type of anesthesia you receive during surgery. Their job is crucial, but all the people that deal with surgery are crucial!
Eren is masochistic again, but he didn't know until now. He never really got injured until this surgery, and he never paid the feeling he got any mind before.
Eren couldn't move. He tried to wiggle his toes, fingers, move around, anything . . . but it was all fruitless. He couldn't even move his eyes.
The surgeons, in plastic, fake eyeglasses and blue masks, loomed above him. They were talking, using all kinds of technical terms that Eren didn't understand.
Why isn't the anesthesiologist paying any attention. Why isn't he monitoring the anesthesia. Why am I awake, he thought numbly.
He just lay there, watching the scalpel slice open his stomach slowly. It hurt, dear God, it hurt. It was strangely fascinating, in a way. Eren thought it was rather beautiful. And sexy. Why did he think seeing his own bloodied skin and feeling burning pain rush through his nerves was sexy? In fact, the pain seeming to be turning him on. What was up with that?
He knew that his heart rate must have increased, so why. . . ?
The surgeons were suddenly grinning, seemingly forgetting any kind of medical training they had. Their faces were malicious, and their eyes shined with bloodlust.
What, Eren thought.
They began slicing into his soft skin with medial tools, splitting it apart like the skin of a grape. Eren internally moaned. Why did the pain feel so good? He was trapped, helpless.
Eren decided he liked that word. He, helpless. It was a happy thought.
The scalpels danced along his skin, cutting deeper and deeper with every passing second. Blood loss was making Eren weak.
Suddenly, something started beeping. Maybe it was the cuff thing around his upper arm, measuring his blood pressure. Or maybe it didn't work with no one bothering to use it.
He didn't really care.
The surgeon above him suddenly picked up his scalpel and stabbed it right into the large opening in his skin.
Eren felt it hit some vital organ and easily break inside—probably his stomach. His stomach didn't have much resistance to such sharp things. He was aching with the need to touch himself, but he couldn't move at all, which was a feeling he rather enjoyed.
He heard, faintly, that the rhythmic beeping of the EKG slowing down.
Oh, hey, he realized. I'm probably going to die.
It wasn't as bad as a thought, really. Going out like this, completely unable to resist, with people hurting and mutilating him, was pretty amazing.
Eren moaned and groaned and screamed inwardly as his stomach was ripped to meat and acid.
The lights shining through his eyelids were getting dimmer, and the beeping noise became more and more funneled.
The surgeons began cutting every part of his lower body, causing Eren to scream in pleasure inwardly. He felt himself falling away, growing increasingly numb to the pain.
The brown-haired teen sucked in his last breath, and the EKG droned on.
No actual surgeon would EVER do something like this! This is a fanfic, remember? Anyway, this one is shorter than the others. It's late, and I just saw a movie, so I don't feel like writing. Even if it is blessed and beautiful guro!
An EKG stands for electrocardiogram, which is a heart rate monitor.
We used these last year in my Anatomy and Physiology classes! It was for high schoolers, too! I was in 7th grade at the time, but my mom told William Patterson I was intelligent enough. Maybe she showed them my grades? I don't know. They weren't that amazing—out of four marking periods, I only got principal's list once! The rest were high honors. Now, I always get principal's list at this Catholic middle/high school I'm going to. Next year, I'm going to a public high school. I bet it'll be super easy, compared to what I'm used to.