SF Drabble #43 “Outpatient Procedure”

It was the brightest room he had ever been in, and all the lights were focused on Roberto. He tried to control his nerves as he lay on the table. He’d read all the pamphlets and signed all the forms.

“All right, just relax. This won’t take a minute.” The doctor was clearly very casual about the whole thing. He was smiling and chatting with the nurses as he loaded the alien nanobots into the frighteningly large syringe. No anesthesia had been given: it would slow their travel through his bloodstream.

An hour from now his cancer would be gone.