His team had worked tirelessly through the night. The sandstorm raged around the hospital, but the helicopter had been able to land.
The organ had been a perfect match, but the recipient was a political dissident. The scouts would probably arrive within the hour, so the team had to work quick.
Finally the bleeding stopped as they removed the black and shriveled organ. They had never done a transplant in such a short amount of time.
They could reverse the anesthetics quickly and hide him somewhere in the basement.
But the militia arrived and were already waiting outside the operating room. Surely they would torture him if he lived, but they couldn't leave him open like that.
They closed the skin to give him one last dignity as the blood ran out inside of him. He claimed ignorance for himself and his team, to the satisfaction of the commanding officer.
The organ, now useless, was thrown away. The surgeon took off his mask and gloves, sat down alone, and cried.