The internal bleeding stopped, a successful surgery. A pair of gloved fingers lifts the forceps and scalpel in a straight line then drops it in a steel pan; it removes the gloves, washes off remaining blood. Suddenly, the hands start to shiver.
It shivers as it lifts a fork of beef to the mouth; even as it lifts a glass of whiskey as well. It drums on a wooden board in deep thought, on the unknown cause. Is it Parkinsons? Alzhiemers?
It took a paintbrush and drew its worries out . The shiver made art. The art stopped the shiver.