My day started with an unusual electrical burn. It was a contemporary piece. The beauty of technology. Since the creation of transistors, the number of electrical burns blossomed. They became more intricate as larger electrical currents were channeled through smaller space.

As he was pinned to the bed, I made my way into the surgery prep room. After slipping into my scrubs, the patient was wheeled past me. They started with fluid resuscitation, using a saline balanced solution to revive the parched skin. The skin that now was stretched and dry. A canvass. I was enthralled, captivated.

This was the most labyrinthine of electrical burns I had ever seen. The electricity had entered through the patient's leg. From the looks of it, I would estimate approximately 2,500 volts. With that much electricity, your muscles contract so hard that your major bones break and the muscles tear away. Your jaw clenches till your teeth crack. Your limbs all press into your chest. The fetal position. You die in the same position that you were born.

The current flowed through the muscle tissue straight to the heart. The electricity was mistaken by the heart for an electrical impulse from the brain. The heart constricted emptying its contents into the bloodstream and blocking circulation. The same current was mistaken by all major muscles, which also contracted and blocked circulation in the limbs. This leads to inflammation of the arms and the legs. The left leg was now the size of the patient's waist.

The artist had prepared his palette of polypropylene scalpels, and the patient slipped into unconsciousness, not because of the amnesia, but because of the restriction of blood to the brain or because of an overdose of morphine-like endorphins released in response to severe pain.

As he pressed an E/11 Sabre, carbon steel surgical blade fitted to a number 3 stainless steel handle, onto the patient’s flesh, a flood of interstitial fluid flows from his leg. He completes his incision lateral to the tibia, and one medial. I could hear the fluid drip onto the floor and trickle into the drain. It was like a comforting rain of recreation. The healing tears of god, as he mends his fallen angel.