by Alexis Kypridemos
Surgeons Todd Whiffelspoone and Claudia Dragabond stood over the operating table, performing an emergency appendectomy on patient Jared Rangnob.
"Scalpel," Whiffelspoone said to one of the nurses present, avoiding Dragabond's gaze. The nurse handed him the scalpel.
"Squib," Dragabond said to another nurse, looking down. The other nurse handed her the squib.
Neither surgeon proceeded with the surgery. The nurses exchanged tense looks but said nothing. Finally, Whiffelspoone let out a sigh.
"Claudia," he said.
Dragabond looked up, and their gazes met, their eyes concealed behind their medical goggles, the rest of the faces hidden behind surgical masks and nifty decorated hair caps.
"Claudia, I love you," Whiffelspoone said after a good five minutes, his voice soft.
"I know," Dragabond responded after another five minutes, her voice almost a whisper.
A bare hand reached up and grabbed Whiffelspoone's gown-front, and patient Rangnob lifted himself up from the operating table, his hair disheveled, his eyes haggard.
"Why don't the pair of you fuck so we can get on with it?!"
Author Notes: "Black's Anatomy" is part of "Fiction Fix," a collection of 46 short, funny stories, plus 196 bonus micro fiction budget stories, available at http://www.fiction-fix.com.