Night Shift
D.J. had been working the night shifts at a local hospital for two weeks, and she hated it. Her job was to clean up the operating room after surgeries. Things didn't seem quite right at this hospital, though.
One night, D.J. was called into the operating room. The teen had on a clean white nurse's dress, leggings, and shoes since the doctors made it a priority she kept sterile for this assignment.
The teen entered the room, which was flooded with dim red light. "What's my assignment, doctor?" she asked.
"Help me with this surgery," replied the doctor, not turning away from his patient.
"Um, I don't have any real experience with..." D.J. replied, growing worried.
"It doesn't matter," interrupted the doctor, growing angry.
The blond girl walked over to the patient, whose entire stomach was open, exposing his organs and several bones. D.J. gasped, and felt faint.
"I know," said the doctor. "Not a pretty picture. Hand me a scalpal."
The teen complied, her hands shaking.
Quickly, the doctor started to work. The patient began to scream as the bleeding began.
"Hey, he's supposed to be out cold!" Donna screamed, her heart pounding.
"Give me the scissors!" the doctor ordered. "Hurry!"
D.J. handed the doctor his tool, trying to cover her eyes. However, she couldn't drown out the tortured screams.
Blood was splattered on the walls, bed, and Donna's dress. It was all like a horrible nightmare, but it wouldn't end. The lights buzzed as they dangled over the horrific scene.
Soon, the man grew silent and still.
"It's done," declared the doctor. "You can go now." The man walked out the doors.
Donna's jaw dropped as she stared at the dead body laying on the bed used for the operation.