1 Work in The Mysteries of Baroque - William Brown
"There we are, the lungs," Holofernes says merrily. "Pumping away quite well, you seem to have healed up marvelously from that... unfortunate incident with the pistol."
Her fingers skate over the surface of your lungs and the barely-there touch electrifies you. She'd given you something before this, a paralytic and a painkiller, and it’s working, there's no pain. But you can still feel her inside you, touching you where no one else ever has. Your breath hitches, your lung twitching under her hand, and Holofernes chuckles low in her throat. She pats your lung absently as she turns to set a tool down.
"Don't worry, everything's perfectly in order. Now, let's see about your liver."