Revenge Has Never Been Prettier
My firefighter husband had fallen from a great height during a mission and was rushed into the emergency room, covered in blood.
As the only person capable of saving him, I stood just outside the operating room, calm and composed. Reaching for my makeup bag, I began carefully applying my makeup.
Another doctor, panic-stricken, rushed toward me and shouted, "Dr. Warhol! The patient's kidney has ruptured! You're the only surgeon in all of Switzerland who can perform this life-saving procedure! If you don’t act now, he’s going to die!"
I continued shaping my eyebrows with steady precision, not even glancing in his direction.
"Quiet," I said coolly. "If you keep yelling, my brows might end up crooked."
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