Your love is my drug

I peered over the drapes, my eyes larger than normal. There it was, a beating human heart, squeezing curiously wondering why everyone was staring. I watched as all the blood left the patient's body, then curiously circled back, like a ride at Disneyland or something. I watched as the EKG tracing went flat and the heart stopped. I also watched as the heart quivered and returned to life, good as new. I knew the answers to the questions. I used large needles and powerful drugs. If heart surgeons are Gods, then I was freaking Cleopatra today.