[ When the message comes, he’s practicing his vertical mattress suture on a hunk of swine flesh. He’s been at it for much too long. His eyes ache, his fingers ache, but it takes enough concentration to have him fully absorbed. It’s perfect for a distraction from —-
—- the needle slips from his fingers at the voice in his mind, clattering to the ground.
A twitch forms at the corner of his mouth as he gets up, collects the needle from the floor to place it back on the table beside the meat, and then hesitates a moment before heading outside. ]
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—- the needle slips from his fingers at the voice in his mind, clattering to the ground.
A twitch forms at the corner of his mouth as he gets up, collects the needle from the floor to place it back on the table beside the meat, and then hesitates a moment before heading outside. ]