He lay down on the operating table stared at his open chest. I was faced with a dilemma. Taking out his Lungs and replacing them with a new pair but never being able to run again or leave the lungs in place and give a series of medicine for the rest of his life. I decided what I would carry out. I leant forward holding my scalpel boldly and cut deep into the trachea. His arms spasmed as the dark red stuff leaked from his throat. I stared almost hypnotized. My boggled mind could not kick into gear. One of the nnurses gripped my shoulder. ‘Are you okay doctor’. I nodded as her grip faded away. I continued as more and more of the red came from the cuts. I cut away more and more veins and arteries. The Heart monitor started its annoyance. Beep beep beep. It played its evil instrumentals over and over. Beep beep beep. “grab the defibrillators… 200 volts… Clear’. Their harmonic cries of clear made me know what I was supposed to do. My finger pressed down on the button. The Heart stopped its rhythmic beat. The blood froze inside his ice cold veins. Nothing conscious remained. The body lay there. In its eternal rest. I failed. He will never be known to this world again.