"Done and done." Sally produces a syringe with a needle for blood drawing for Erik. Why does she have all these extremely specific things that are ostensibly from work just littered around her bathroom? Arthur must be having an interesting time acclimating to this.
In the sink, Sally hurriedly dumps an entire bottle of alcohol onto the work knife that had been at her hip. It's wasteful but time is short. Then without further ado, she climbs into the bathtub on her knees and readies the blade. "This is going to suck," she warns. "Hold your breath and close your eyes."
The tip of the blade sinks shallowly into skin, avoiding any wiggling limbs with care. She slides the knife up, unzipping Tarantulas' abdomen like a coat, and then---
The faint sound of an infant coughing, then crying. Sally removes the squalling, blood-drenched bundle of new life from the opening and quickly vacates the bathtub to make room for Erik. "There you are, angel!" There is a tremor of stress in Sally's voice, but it doesn't detract from the sweetness of her tone. "Let's get you cleaned up and then you can go see your papa."
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In the sink, Sally hurriedly dumps an entire bottle of alcohol onto the work knife that had been at her hip. It's wasteful but time is short. Then without further ado, she climbs into the bathtub on her knees and readies the blade. "This is going to suck," she warns. "Hold your breath and close your eyes."
The tip of the blade sinks shallowly into skin, avoiding any wiggling limbs with care. She slides the knife up, unzipping Tarantulas' abdomen like a coat, and then---
The faint sound of an infant coughing, then crying. Sally removes the squalling, blood-drenched bundle of new life from the opening and quickly vacates the bathtub to make room for Erik. "There you are, angel!" There is a tremor of stress in Sally's voice, but it doesn't detract from the sweetness of her tone. "Let's get you cleaned up and then you can go see your papa."