The doctor coldly stared. "It's finally time," he flatly states. "It's been a long time coming, and I have not sought this. Only now, that it weighs too heavily in my mind and that I worry about the greater evil of inaction do I finally do this."
He takes his scalpel with a steady hand. "Know this. You are unworthy to be called father, husband, or lover. You have ruined lives of those whom you love and caused nothing but misery."
A few cuts of the scalpel, flashes of pain, the oozing of blood, the necessity of cleanup. For something he had been so worried about, so afraid of facing, it was over quickly. The doctor cleans up the mess, and turns to leave his clinic.. he has some appointments to keep, after all.
Knife And Blood
