That Time I Conducted an Autopsy Without Any Medical Training

I thought it was hilarious when my friend in medical school snuck me into the exam room—until I was asked to lead the procedure.

Illustrations by Scott Balmer| Edited by Naomi Zeveloff

I angle the blade, looking down at the cadaver. 

Before I press the scalpel into the body, I pause, swallowing saliva and fear. I don’t belong here. 

But I do it anyway, cutting into the skin, which gives way, opening.   

“Here we go,” I say. 

The medical examiner puts down his crossword puzzle with a huff like I’m interrupting his quiet time. He looks at me, waiting. Does he also wonder what the hell I’m doing here?