He's Got The Hole; She, The Stitches

   New Heart!  New Heart!  New Heart!

   "Hurry!  We've found a donor!"  Expedited the doctor.
   "But, he's living...  Healthily," crept out of another worker.
   "Don't argue with the man!"  again said the doctor.
   "Yes, please hurry.  Don't worry about procedures or the anesthesia; just get this out of me and into her."  And so they began.
(I'm a bit clueless to how open heart surgeries go/should go/have gone/will go)
   Yes, they began, to tear away.  To carve and etch.
   His words were now unintelligible.  He was saying something, but no one could comprehend his maniacal cries. (Still we fail to understand)
   "Rip him open!"
   "You aren't stabbing hard enough!"
   Beginning from the epidermis they peeled and peeled the skin away.  The marrow filled ribs were next.  The head doctor stepped in for this; he knew what needed to be done.  He reached inside forcefully and grabbed one rib with both hands.  Without hesitation you heard the snap.  Again, he did the same with another.  Then, he whispered,
  "For safety, let's do another."  Once the third cracking was finished, you could peer inside.  This wonderful organ, disgusting looking, covered in ooze, still thriving with all of it's strength to keep this man alive.
   That last fracture obviously wasn't for his safety, but the heart's.
   They carelessly dove in, severing each conduit, tugging more and more at his life-pumping organ to remove it.
   It was out.  No one wasted any time next, but at the same time, their concern had infinitely increased.
 
   I couldn't help but think, that if this were Operation, the buzzing sound would have been a perpetually ignored nuisance.

   They brought it to her room.  She couldn't speak, not that she wanted to be grateful.  Apathetically she lay, comatose.
   The starry blanket nestled cozily around her was lifted off.  Her shirt was gently removed.
   The head doctor's eyes lit up.  The day had finally come.  He attached himself to her hand as his eyes lit with fire.  Hers stayed the same, not even a hint of nuance.  He loved her so much, yet she had never grown to like him.
   The time has finally come.
   "Go slowly," he commanded them.  His hands became moist as his tears contently fell.  They sliced into her delicately, leaving no room for error.  They miraculously managed to maneuver around each of her modest ribs.
   They reached their destination.  It was different from the last.  This one had no goo; nothing to ooze.  Just dryness.  It was so small.  A scabbed crust had formed.  Perhaps it was beating.  No one could tell.  The pseudo-movements may have just been their imagination.  Their hope that something was still alive in their.  With painstaking accuracy, they detached her body from this worthless, dead/dying, tool.  With every breath held it was cautiously removed.  Again, silence was present.  It screamed violently.  The void was ready for its completion.  The doctor again handled this heart.  With fervor and vigilance he place it deep inside, avoiding any unnecessary pain.  Her chest was shortly sewn back together.

   The girl awoke with new life.  Her eyes had changed, from even before she was told she needed a new heart.  This heart pumped better blood, perfect blood.  Everyone noticed this difference, even though for the time it was only an inner change.
 
   The doctor, crying tears of sorrow, tears of joy, tears of anger, tears of relief (To be honest, it seemed like he had tears for and of everything at this moment) spoke.
   "You see, that man was my son, and this little girl; she's my daughter.  His work had been finished, but hers, hadn't even begun until now."

   I've read, and believe that God gives us the desires of our hearts.  Also that our hearts are wicked and deceptive.

   Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shall you dwell in the land, and verily you shall be fed.  Delight yourself also in the Lord; and he shall give you the desires of your heart.  Commit your way unto the Lord; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass.  And he shall bring forth your righteousness as the light, and your judgement as the noonday.  Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him; fret not yourself because of him who prospers in his way...
 
   I agree that our hearts are deceptive and wicked, but I also believe that God gives us new, holy hearts, full of honesty and good desires.  : )

   I would have loved to have more detail describing the dirtiness and stuff, but it just didn't happen.  I haven't proof-read, but it's time for me to leave.

   I also wanted a picture of someone's chest, with a heart shaped cut.  I searched, but did not find.  I've thought in the past that it would be cool to have give myself a heart shaped cut on my chest; I've seen crosses like that, that were pretty cool in my eyes.  I'd want to call it art, like a tattoo without ink.