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15 June 2008 @ 11:38 pm
A rose by any other name...  
The smell was terrible. And the doctor was quite cheerful about that.

"It means things are progressing naturally... Normally... And that we're ready to move on to the next stage." he said, in his most soothing and calming voice.

Amanda looked both skeptical and worried, the dutiful daughter at her injured father's side.

"It looks... My God." she whispered, apparently unable to speak further.

"Yes..." The doctor re-assured her, and her father. "The necrotic tissue is quite a shocking thing to behold, but it does mean that the injury is progressed past the initial shock of the wound. Our little helpers will have all this cleaned up in no time."

Amanda and her father locked eyes. Neither was going to waver. Both had a part to play, and both were dedicated to playing it. The uneasy truce they'd reached held firm, him not mentioning that she was the source of the massive and infected wound in his chest, and her not mentioning the years of depraved abuse that had pushed her to it.

Still, all the while, both knew that the other was plotting revenge, planning his or her next move. Amanda's father had assured her, again and again, that he would have the last word... That he'd not yield to the authorities the pleasure of seeing her punished for what she'd done... And even though he knew she was plotting as well - that she had truly become his daughter in temperament and capability, he felt sure she wasn't operating at his level yet.

"And you're sure this is the best way to proceed?" he asked the doctor.

"Yes." he replied. "Because of the nature of the wound, and the time it had to progress and fester before you could get to help, at this point we're left with either cutting away huge sections of healthy tissue to remove the irregular sections of dead flesh, or we let the medical grade maggots do the work for us, only removing the dead tissue."

"Well, then... Let's do it." Amanda's father said, with resolve.

"All right." the doctor continued. "I'll place them, and cover the area. I'll come back in a few days to see how things are progressing, but it's important you don't disturb them until then."

Amanda handed the doctor the envelope marked "Medical Grade Maggots" from which she'd removed the tiny white Lucilia sericata larvae, replacing them with the equally tiny, almost identical Cochliomyia hominivorax larvae.

She put on her best brave smile and said "It's ok, father... Everything will be just fine."
Scene:: hungryhungry
DevilsVenusdevilsvenus on June 18th, 2008 03:08 pm (UTC)
yes, you've always had a soft spot in your heart for the maggots of this world. :)