Embolism

A microscopic spec once sat inside a cluster of brown fat. When surgeon Doctor Cutoomuch was slicing with a gentle touch into the upper tissue layer (inside he said a little prayer) . And cutting now the outer skin of a large vessel, with a grin the scalpel did dislodge the speck which travelled up toward the neck. The blood stream is a crimson river, the happy speck now passed the liver and when it got close to the duct the patient's chances surely sucked. It plugged and closed the line of life, there was a stab, like from a knife and then the graph went very straight. They turned it off - it was too late.