Image: c.1900 Chicago. Rush Medical College lecture auditorium
What disturbed Ben the most when he awoke was not the crowd standing around him but that he was, where he was.
The night before his mother holding a rather large wad of cash in one hand had handed him what he thought was a nightcap.
Now he was caught in a nightmare with the beady eyes of so many focused on him.
He heard voices, words of praise for his bravery and selflessness.
‘Today,’ he heard, ‘we shall look inside this subject, take each organ and inspect and explore its purpose.’
Being groggy and unable to move Ben knew this was not a good thing.
He tried to say something just as the surgeon’s knife sliced through his heart.
His mother standing over his bed, smiled, her thoughts of warmer climes, of sundrenched beaches filling her mind.