Unexpected Gift

The old man and the youth chatted casually like they were enjoying tea on a sunny afternoon, but they were in a gloomy, run-down tent that reeked of blood. The young man was watching his own organs being turned over, while the old was slicing off pieces of rotting flesh before pouring viscous fluids of all colours down the youth’s abdominal cavity.

Eventually, the surgery came to an end. Lawrence started stitching the wound together, but after the first few threads were in he suddenly palmed his forehead and squealed.

“What’s wrong, old man?” Richard asked in shock.

“Dammit, I almost forgot!” Lawrence yelled, running away immediately. Richard heard him ransacking through his chests, following which some weird squelching...