She lost her hand chopping onions before a busy dinner service. Her knife skills were masterful after years of food service and kitchen jobs, that she cleaved it off with one feel swoop. The owner, fuming that they were falling behind schedule, shouted she would lose her job if she left. Needing medical treatment, but needing to pay rent "more," She cauterized the wound over the griddle. Her shrieks of agony were covered up by music blasting from the precariously balanced blue tooth speaker sitting on a 3rd pan. It's impossible to know if her tears were due to the syn-propanethial-S-oxide or her injury. One of the hosts with a medical degree bandages up the line cook's stump behind the dumpster. The kitchen smells of metal