Confirmation of Life

(it may seem subservient and simple at first but well, screw you...)

"Doctor i think this patient is already dead, " the nurse laughed as she lit a smoke. The Doctor shook his head. Leaning nonchalantly, the smoke wafting around him seeming to cling to the minuscule remnants of its kin all grimy on the wall, the graying man who had been sent to do the dirty work sighed regretfully. All his time, his efforts and they always seemed to die just before he could get there to remove what they didn't need.

He glanced quickly around the room, taking in the small icons of his work. He smiled, the memories of his fine works giving him a sick, sense of joy. The nurse went about her work, cleaning the blood off the blades and sharper implements and removing the pumps and dirty cloths. He had created wonders in his life. Abominations all, but wonders nevertheless.

He sighed again and turned to leave the room, the sign glaring boldly above his head in red and white neon imitation....

COSMETIC SURGEON