A scalpel is a beautiful thing.
Dr. Stanley Mackie had never noticed this before, but as he stood with head bowed beneath the OR lamps, he suddenly found himself marveling at how the light reflected with diamondlike brilliance off the blade. It was a work of art, that razor sharp lunula of stainless steel. So beautiful, in fact, that he scarcely dared to pick it up for fear he would somehow tarnish its magic. In it's surface he saw a rainbow of colors, light fractured to its purest elements.
"Dr. Mackie? Is something wrong?"
He looked up and saw the scrub nurse frowning at him over her surgical mask. He had...