Being Stein’s assistant, you’re used to seeing blood, guts, and gore — and today was no different. “Scalpel.” He said in a firm tone, not bothering to look over at you as you handed him what he needed.

He continued to dissect the man in front of him on the table — of course, the man was already dead. You didn’t even know who the guy was so, why be upset about him dying? Death wasn’t a new thing to you; especially working with him

You watched as Stein carefully made incisions where he had marked with a black marker before standing back up straight, looking back over at you.