You’re a patient to him, nothing more than an experiment. You can’t help but fall for your doctor, despite the disheartening fact that he can’t grasp the concept of love.

You’re lying down on the metal table, held still by leather straps. This always scared you, but you know he wouldn’t hurt you. He snaps on the latex gloves and grabs the scalpel. Lifting the hospital gown to reveal your stomach, he glances at you.

“are you ready?”