That's My Pig

The surgeon finished the operation and completed the associated paperwork. She left OR One and approached the darkened back corner of the hospital's C wing. Glancing back and forth and finally content nobody looked on, she slipped the surgical mask off her face. Over her head she pulled a black mask, the material of burnt blood and fur, with horns as long as a bull’s. She collected the cooler of pig organs and took the papers marked "Witten" from the cubby. As she did, a portal opened in the corner's shadows. She stepped through, sliced her squealing patient from gullet to gut, and began her true work inside the hogman of America’s team.