After I sterilized the scalpel, I held it in my hand and got ready to perform the surgery.
I didn't know if I could do it. I wasn't sure if what I was doing was the right thing.
I really wanted to save my friend, but I could kill him instead of helping him.
Every time I felt like I was in a most helpless situation, a new one came.
Why are these even happening to me? What did I do to deserve all these…
"MMMMMM…"
"Okay, okay, I am doing it," I replied as Jack tried to scream at me.
My breathing had become heavy, and my hands were shaking. I still wasn't sure if I could manage it, but I had to do it.
"I am sorry," I said as I touched his skin with the scalpel.
Then I closed my eyes, pressed the scalpel down, and pulled toward myself, opening his skin.
"Aghhhhh," he lifted his whole upper body with instinct and lay down again.
"I am sorry, I am sorry," I said, looking at the cut I made.
A second later, blood started to come out of his cut.
I expected it, naturally, but it surely would make my work harder.
I lifted him from the other side toward me, letting the blood spill, so I could see what was inside him.
He was still in pain and was biting his shirt as hard as he could.
After the blood had cleared a bit, I saw that the cut I made was nowhere near the stomach itself.
I had to cut more.
I didn't know if that was the right thing to do, but I let him fall on his back again and used the scalpel to cut his stomach again.
"Agh-"
Jack fainted as I finished cutting the second time.
"Jack, Jack! Wake up."
"Jack, don't scare me like that."
No, no, no, no. I couldn't have killed him. There is no way. Could a human die because of this?
Tears started to fall, and my vision started to get blurry.
"Jack, don't die on me, buddy," I tried to talk to him.
Then, with the hope of a sign of life, I put my hand on his chest.
Lup-DUB! Lup-DUB Lup-DUB!
His heart was still beating!
He wasn't dead, he had just fainted because of the pain, as he expected.
But now the problem was bigger. Even if the capsule inside of him won't kill him, the cut will. I had to be quick.
"I hope you won't get mad at me," I whispered as I started to cut his stomach multiple times to reach his insides.
After cutting his skin, fat, muscles, veins, and everything that could be found, I reached his organs.
Blood was all over my face and shirt. My hands were red, and I could hardly see his insides.
It was going to be harder to do the rest.
I used a scalpel to make the last cut, but since my vision was blurry and his wound was full of blood, instead of his stomach organ, I cut his intestines under it.
The smell was already terrible with blood, raw meat, and all. However, now I started smelling shit. But this was normal considering what I cut.
I had to be careful now. Time was not my friend anymore, as it was before.
I lifted him again, letting the blood spill, revealing his insides.
As I saw his stomach, I cut it and opened it up like a handbag.
I threw the scalpel away and pushed my hand inside his organ.
But even before I could search for the capsule, I pulled my hand away fast because of the pain.
His stomach acid burned my hand in an instant.
I took a deep breath and pushed my hand in again.
It hurt like I had put my hand in boiling water. But I had to bear the pain to save him.
I searched inside his stomach for the capsule, but there was a lot of stuff because he had just eaten.
I drew back and used my other hand to search again.
This time, my hand touched something round but hard for a second. It was small, so it would take a while for me to locate it again.
So I grabbed everything I could and drew my hand back.
I then opened my hand. There were food pieces, but one was a different color.
Blue. And it looked like a capsule he mentioned.
"I did it, Jack. I found it," I said.
Jack was unconscious but should have still been alive.
I put my hand on his heart to feel his heartbeat, and it was still beating.
"I did it. Now, heal him."
Jack suddenly started to cough while I heard the writing noise again.