Juicing Out

On the worst night of his life, a surgeon must make his most difficult cut ever.

Or die trying!

Sam Vogel is a brain surgeon, one of the best. He'd better be, because on this night he's going to be taken to the very brink of his skills and endurance. And before it's over, he'll know exactly what sort of stuff he's made of.

Literally.

Juicing Out.

His destiny is in his hands. All he has to do is bleed.

An intense medical suspense!

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On the worst night of his life, a surgeon must make his most difficult cut ever.

Or die trying!

Sam Vogel is a brain surgeon, one of the best. He’d better be, because on this night he’s going to be taken to the very brink of his skills and endurance. And before it’s over, he’ll know exactly what sort of stuff he’s made of.

Literally.

Juicing Out. A novella.

His destiny is in his hands. All he has to do is bleed.

A Tale of the Bloody Scalpel.

The sound was piercing, high pitched, and shrill, but quick and elusive the way a chirp is at once there and not. Irritating too, the midlife equivalent of that old elementary school trick of dragging one’s fingernails across a chalkboard. That chirp was a curiously instantaneous sound, lasting, I came to think of it as defining, an instant. And that instant came again (chirp), and again (chirp), and again (chirp). I timed it later—not because I wanted to but because I had no choice—and found it to be exactly thirty seconds. Oh sure, sometimes it seemed shorter, like maybe only fifteen or even ten seconds had elapsed since the last chirp, but then I would watch the second hand of my timex jerk forward and when the counting was done the interval would be those same goddamn thirty seconds. No sir, that lousy smoke detector was never off by so much as a tick.

I guess maybe it was my sanity that was off.

But that all came later. Just then, at o’dark thirty on that lousy morning, all I knew was that that little birdie of a smoke detector was driving me nutso. I had been up for the better part of two days and I should have been sleeping. My body needed it and I certainly wanted it. A half hour before I hadn’t even bothered to undress. My butt hit that mattress and I fell back like some sort of boneless waif. I was probably asleep before my head even hit the pillow. But some sounds are designed to be heard no matter what, even through a dead sleep—especially through a dead sleep as it turned out—and that smoke detecting little birdie chirp was chief among them. Once it started up, no power on earth seemed capable of canceling it.

If I’d have had a shotgun I’d have blown that goddamn birdie off the ceiling and out of my life. But I didn’t and so began the trouble.

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Series: Tales of the Bloody Scalpel, Book 6
Genres: Fiction, Suspense, Thriller
Tags: from the mind of Edison McDaniels, Tense medical drama
Format: eBook
Length: novella
ASIN: B00BXZNE90
ISBN: 9781393496434
eBook Price: 0.99
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About the Author
Edison McDaniels

A brain surgeon with 20+ years and over 8,000 cases under his belt, Edison McDaniels spends as much time as possible writing fiction these days. He is the author of the acclaimed TALES OF THE BLOODY SCALPEL series of medical thrillers, as well as the THE GETTYSBURG TRILOGY, a series of intense novels depicting the battlefield surgeons at Gettysburg.
He lives in the upper midwest, does not have a dog, but can often be found at Minnesota Twins baseball games. He is not squeamish.

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