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Hello Operator
A/N: I felt free to fuck up the timeline, so don’t get confused. Season 2, don’t forget it.
Credit for the song in this chapter goes to The White Stripes and believe it or not the song is called ‘Hello Operator’, read on and you’ll see what I mean, but besides that I suggest if you dig music with a passion to listen to these songs while you read. . . Really helps the imagery.
“Count backwards from ten for me,” Liz instructed maternally, putting the mask over the patient’s face.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven. . . .” The patient was quickly unconscious and prepped for surgery, read to be sliced and diced and made pretty by the doctors who would make him better for surface structure.
‘They paved paradise and put up a parking lot-
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin’ hot spot-
Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you got ‘til it’s gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot-‘
“Liz, turn that Joni Mitchell shit off,” Christian snapped.
Liz pursed her lips and gave a frivolous twirl towards the cd player. “Look who knows who it is,” she sassed, passing a hand in front of the cd player to open the chamber to the music selection.
A bluesy, skillful, guitar twanging filled the room, followed by intervals of smoothed out strumming and a steady drum beat.
‘Hello, Operator-
Can you give me number nine?-
Can I see you later?-
Will you give me back my dime?-
Turn the oscillator-
Twist it with a dollar bill-
Mail man bring the paper-
Leave it on my window sill-‘
“Great pun, Liz,” Sean called to Liz, beginning the procedure on his side of the patients face, a small path of blood leaking out of the patient's severed skin.
‘Find a canary-
Find a bird to bring my message home-
Carry my obituary-
My coffin doesn’t have a phone-
How you gonna get the money?-
Send papers to an empty home-‘
And the song went on as Dr. Troy and Dr. McNamara began removing bits of flesh and cartilage onto the spongy, blue surgical towels.
Credit for the song in this chapter goes to The White Stripes and believe it or not the song is called ‘Hello Operator’, read on and you’ll see what I mean, but besides that I suggest if you dig music with a passion to listen to these songs while you read. . . Really helps the imagery.
“Count backwards from ten for me,” Liz instructed maternally, putting the mask over the patient’s face.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven. . . .” The patient was quickly unconscious and prepped for surgery, read to be sliced and diced and made pretty by the doctors who would make him better for surface structure.
‘They paved paradise and put up a parking lot-
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin’ hot spot-
Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you got ‘til it’s gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot-‘
“Liz, turn that Joni Mitchell shit off,” Christian snapped.
Liz pursed her lips and gave a frivolous twirl towards the cd player. “Look who knows who it is,” she sassed, passing a hand in front of the cd player to open the chamber to the music selection.
A bluesy, skillful, guitar twanging filled the room, followed by intervals of smoothed out strumming and a steady drum beat.
‘Hello, Operator-
Can you give me number nine?-
Can I see you later?-
Will you give me back my dime?-
Turn the oscillator-
Twist it with a dollar bill-
Mail man bring the paper-
Leave it on my window sill-‘
“Great pun, Liz,” Sean called to Liz, beginning the procedure on his side of the patients face, a small path of blood leaking out of the patient's severed skin.
‘Find a canary-
Find a bird to bring my message home-
Carry my obituary-
My coffin doesn’t have a phone-
How you gonna get the money?-
Send papers to an empty home-‘
And the song went on as Dr. Troy and Dr. McNamara began removing bits of flesh and cartilage onto the spongy, blue surgical towels.