The Neurosurgeon

Michael raised his scalpel over the wrinkly white flesh. He took a moment to bask in the adoration of his surgical team before making his first incision.
Ignored the other surgeons, he sliced deeply into the brain cavity, not letting the muttering distract him from his task. With nerves of steel he dissected the brain. There was a life to be saved, and they had chosen the right man for this job. Tonight, he would make history.
“Micky! What’ve I told you about playing with your food?” scolded his mother. “Why can’t you eat your cauliflower cheese like everyone else!”