Today we take off the bandages. Patient L63’s transformation should be complete.
“How long has it been since the patient came to us?” I ask my assistant.
“Forty-three days, Master.”
“Would you please stop calling me ‘Master,’ Ogor?”
“Yes, Mas… I mean Doctor.”
“Thank you. So, forty-three days should be enough, right?”
“By your calculations, yes, Doctor.”
“Okay, let’s get at it.”
We peel back the bandages slowly. Meticulously. About half-way through I notice Ogor has begun to tap his foot.
“Whatever is it, Ogor?”
“You seem nervous.”
“Not at all, Doctor.”
We continue to work until there is just one bandage left across the patient’s face. As lift it with my tweezers, the patient opens his blue eyes.
“Wait!” I exclaim. I go to the patient’s chart. “Patient L63 has brown eyes. What is the meaning of this? Ogor, double-check the patient’s toe tag!”
“It’s um… It’s um, Patient M63, Mast… I mean Doctor.”
“But this patient isn’t ready! And Patient L63 must be chomping at the bit to get out!”
Just then, a groan came from inside the freezer.