I promise I'm not that scary..
Using his left hand, Bakar slowly began his examination of the body placed before him. Benoit had made the incision, Bakar unable to do it himself at this point. "Damn these muscles.." He whispered to himself. As if replying, his arm twitched and he nearly crushed the poor man's liver. After a moment to relax himself he continued working. It was slow and awkward with his left hand, but nescesary. Ever since his practice with the flute, he noticed that he had lost feeling in his right hand. He sighed and shook his head. "That was really stupid. It was too much for you. I know, I know. I'll need to bemore careful next time. There mind not be a next time, what if that lose is permanent?" This thought scared him. What if he changed bodies? Would that fix it? No, no probably not. It's not a physical problem. It would stick with him.
His mind had been going off and he was losing focus on the task at hand. He was to determine if there was any foul play in the cause of this traveler's death. It was an older man, the knights had him brought in as he collapsed nearing the main gates. Bakar couldn't notice any signs of poisoning or internal wounds. His heart had just seemed to stop. The man was older, but he didn't seem that old. Bakar wanted to examine his heart further, but that meant calling Benoit to help him. He didn't want to bother the man, but he figured that there was no other way. As he turned to call to him, the doors opened and a couple of knights walked into the warehouse.
Bakar got scared and nervous. What were they doing here? Is there something wrong? They called for Benoit, who made his way to them. They spoke quietly and Benoit nodded. The knights turned to leave and Benoit started towards Bakar. "There's been an accident, I'm told. I need to leave and help with the knight's investigation. I leave the warehouse to you. After you're done with this man you can just tidy up around here. I don't know how long I'll be." He said to him. Bakar nodded, no wanting to make him stay longer with his request. He watched as he made his way to the door. He was alone here, now, for the first time. It made him nervous. He shifted uncomfortably before turning back to the man.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. He took the scalpel in his left hand and very, very slowly began the cut along the heart. He wanted to look into the chambers, to see if there was anything wrong with them. He knew what they should look like, now he just needed to see if they did look like that. It took him nearly two minutes to cut, while it would have taken him a fraction of that time with his right hand. As he examined the chambers he noticed something odd. Caught is the opening of the anterior Vena Cava was a small, black.. thing. He didn't know what it was, but he knew it shouldn't be there. Once again, with his left hand he took a pair of forceps and carefully extracted the mass. The first couple tries he missed the mass, ending up gently poking his heart. He took another deep breath and attempted to steady his hand. He got it. He placed the mass on a small tray. He should show it to Benoit when he returns. It might be important. He bit his lip and turned back to the man. Now was the fun job of stitching him back up with his left hand. "This may take a while.." He whispered to himself, and began his job.
