She placed it in his hand. He started to make the first incision. And then he was aware of a disturbance.
"Who let that thing in?"
"I don't know," the nurse said, her voice muffled by the mask.
"Get it out of here."
The nurse waved her arms at the bright winged thing, but it fluttered over her head.
The surgeon proceeded with the incision—as long as he was able.
The watchbird drove him away and stood guard.
"Telephone the watchbird company!" the surgeon ordered. "Get them to turn the thing off."
The watchbird was preventing violence to a living organism.
The surgeon stood by helplessly while his patient died.