Blood dried, it rested on the corners of her mouth.
Ashley lay flat on the operating table, her thighs could feel the cold stainless steel and she half regretted wearing a low cut body con. She looked too good to pass it up.
“It will all be over soon, we just run some tests, collect some samples.”
Of course, she thought, that’s what they always say.
The doctor pressed her scalpel gently above Ashley’s navel, resting for just a second before pushing deeper and finally cutting through. Ashley could see the blood, first as a small drop, but soon as a sizable pool. No wincing, no squirming, her eyes betrayed no pain, however uncomfortable she secretly felt.
It’s been over a century and these doctors are getting very predictable.
And just as quickly as it happened, the parted skin pulled back together and closed, leaving only a faint trace of where the the doctor had cut her up. She healed, because she was not human. Not anymore.
Ashley knew what was coming next, and she hated the prospect of walking around waiting for her organs to regrow. Once, she walked around for hours without a slpeen and it completely got in the way of trying to break in her new Jimmy Choos. The ones with little diamonds at the tip, she loved taking long steps to see them glimmer.
“Can I go home now?”
Ashley’s first words in hours come through terse, across gritted teeth. Her eyes squinted in the process, emphasizing the shape of her mars black cat eyes.
“We’ll get you home soon enough, we promise.” A lie centuries old, too old to ever fool this mythical creature.
Ashley lunges her fist deep into the surgeons stomach, if she made her way up long enough she could feel the spleen.