The Good Doctor

The distinct snap of hard plastic hitting the hardwood floor cut through the thumping of the techno music, as Olivia placed the bloodied drivers license of one Hank Garret Tomlinson next to his still convulsing body. She didn't bother with wiping his blood from her face, letting it drip onto her already soiled dress, mixing with the plasma of countless others. Erzuli and her bat-faced “lover” had left her alone with Hank for the moment, unaware of the chaos going on around her, Olivia was not going to miss this chance to catch up on her studies. 
Hank´s abdomen had already been ripped open by the burly man who had enjoyed him before her. She deftly slid her hand into the open wound grasping for a familiar shape, it was exactly where she knew it would be. With one strong pull she ripped the kidney out of Hank. Holding his trembling organ in her hand she looked to his face, it had stopped convulsing and his eyes were now almost as dead as they looked in his driver's license picture. Realising that he was not going to need any of these organs anymore, she squeezed the Kidney in her hand, watching as the soft, almost grainy substance pressed through her fingers. Never before had she fully realized the beauty of the human body, so many shapes, smells, flavours and textures to explore.
There had always been so many rules when exploring the human body, so many procedures, so many teachers standing in her way. Now, here, she was alone and not even her own inhibitions were holding her back. With a smile on her face she grabbed Hank´s belly flaps and tore them apart to get a better view of her new teachers insides.
The liver, almost coarse when she crushed it between her fingers, felt rough on her tongue and smelled heavily of iron, the spleen spongy, but firm and the tip of her tongue slid so easily across its slimy surface. The one thing each part had in common was the smell, taste and wonder of the blood flowing out of it...
As the sun set the next evening, Olivia was awoken by her own panicked screams and vivid memories.
By Ola Danckwardt