2 Minutes. Go!

You need to hold the knife gently. Delicately. Not with a fist, but with fingers, your pointer finger on the spine of the blade. The blade is sharp. Muscle is not required. In fact, gravity will be more than enough force. Just guide the steel.

A blade this sharp opens flesh like a sigh. A release of tension. It passes through flesh with a whisper. 

If your subject is still living, they might not even feel the cut. Or it will feel like a paper cut. An itch. One can be cut to the bone and not even know it. Of course, if you're cutting dead flesh, delicacy is an afterthought, but the blade must still be sharp. 

Clean cuts, clean mind. Hear the words. Incision. Scalpel. Suture. 

Feel the numb in your throat as one last chunk of Adderal turns to goo in your nose and slithers down your throat. You aren't wearing white. 

You ARE wearing gloves. 

This was pre-ordained. It was already written. 

All that was necessary was the coda.