The Gross Job

“Eww, gross. How to get rid of the blood from our hands?”

Katie looked at her palms smeared in the greenish hue of once-fresh blood. She removed the lingering tissues from between her fingers, struggling not to throw up on her partner.

Michael was more calm. “Let’s worry about that later.” He assured her. “Our priority is keeping the heart and the liver intact. A lot depends on this job.”

Wrinkling her nose, Katie read the instructions. “Immerse organ in solution, replacing the liquid everyday for a week.”

“Ok,” Michael said, determination spreading across his eyes. “Let’s get that A.”

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