Part 1/3

I was running on rooftops to avoid other people, my clothes were dirty with blood and leftovers from my last meal. While it might be wasteful to not absorb it I also don’t want all of this shit in my system anyway.

About a half way through my journey I noticed a driving accident in the making. A fuel truck got hit by an idiot in a pickup who was too busy keeping his female counterpart from leaving the vehicle to bother with traffic lights.

To summarise the idiot got killed by me, I just disguised myself as a compassionate paramedic who likes working outside working hours. During my ‘rescue’ I discovered that breaking the ribcage is very easy with my new strength.

The ambulance did arrive but after nearly 30 minutes, while miracles tend to happen the idiot even if I didn’t kill him would have died from blood loss. The law of this country effectively prevents you from doing any surgery if you don’t have documentation on you that would verify that you are in fact a doctor. Stopping bleeding of any kind counts as ‘operation’. So in this situation even the real doctors in the ambulance won’t really try to help less they risk getting sued by the victims family.

I got into an ambulance under the pretext of helping medics stabilize the cretin. Really I wanted to get to the morgue and devour some fresh-ish meat. Heheheh I’ll reinforce my feeble body to become unkillable! And I would love to be in space without a spacesuit and live.

The ambulance arrived and the proper doctor announced that we just wasted fuel by bringing a corpse to the emergency rescue. Then He ordered the body to be moved to the morgue so I just did that. In all of the sadness of not being able to help and honest disinterest of veteran staff I was able to sneak in the morgue with others.

-”Bring me my tools, I'll begin an autopsy to determine the cause of death, for the shitters from the legal team.” The doc said with sigh

-”Here your tools chief, any special requests? The day is fucking boring I might as well help out, gotta work for those marks.” I said, simulating the most bored and apathetic tone I could muster.

-”If you're not squeamish then you can open the chest cavity or at least what’s left of it and give me a list of punctured organs. When you are done, pick any limb that looks bad, open it, count the fractures and estimate the total amount of them. And when you are done with that then get some blood from the sod on the table and give it to the lab on the way back. Bring me a strong coffee. Doc's Jan special is the name.” The doc replied with the usual disinterest although there was some happiness in his tone

I started by grabbing a random scalpel with a smooth edge, a saw that had bone leftovers on it and a hammer and bringed it to the other side of the table the body was on. I traced my finger along the sternum which was more or less in the center, I did this to determine how badly it was damaged. It was crushed in some places thanks to my rescue resuscitation but it mostly was alright.

I cut the neck to drain blood and after a minute using a scalpel I cut the patient’s skin on his torso in a big turned 180 degrees letter T. I used the hammer then to break bones that blocked the view and started removing the big bone shards from within and dropping them on the stomach of the patient. I didn’t even look at the doc when I finished the cleaning. The organ count was:

One of the lungs punctured in 2 places. Other one didn’t suffer any other physical damage than being crushed by blood from some internal bleeding. The heart was in bad condition due to substance abuse but it was mostly fine. The stomach ruptured and sprayed everything with acid.

For the limbs I picked a mangled leg and used a saw and scalpel to detach large portion of muscles along with skin from the bone. The knee joint turned into fine powder due to the accident but the femur had only one big crack throughout the entire thing. Fibula was broken in 2 places, tibia was in 3.

-”The whole operation is a mess, you did what was required of you although where will you get the blood from? You drained it all away!” The doc said in gruffy and clearly unhappy voice, probably because he thought I caused him some paperwork.

-”Not a problem doc see this arm that’s dangling to the side? I purposefully allowed it to dangle like that so the blood might drain into it here watch.” I said as I cut the artery near the wrist causing a burst of blood that quickly filled a random metal bowl that I placed beforehand beneath the arm.

-”Huh, well I guess other than misuse of the tools you did good and it was quite a clean operation. Good job, I'll mention it to your teacher.” Doc said while I was leaving for the lab with a bowl full of blood, thanks to an overabundance of research material the results came in quickly. After I asked around for the cafeteria I set off to get the coffee for the doc.