Kieth-Edward decided that watching the process was not something he needed to do. As such, he was waiting patiently outside, refgusing to listen to any reports, for the duration of the procedure. It wasn't until nearly half an hour had passed that the doctors saw fit to come fetch Kieth-Edward. Without a word, he followed them into the room, and followed their instructions as he lay down on the cold table and was strapped in place.<br/><br/>He had no idea how the procedure would go. He figured it was probably for the best. At least, if Charles hadn't made it, he wouldn't feel like a lamb to slaughter. As he felt the three pricks in his neck, Kieth-Edward started to get a little anxious. How was the procedure going to go?<span style="font-style: italic">Ugh, it's getting uncomfortable.</span>This thought passed through his head in an instant, and after no more than two seconds<span style="font-style: italic">- ow, it stings -</span>passed through his mind as well. A single second later, the pain was registering on his face. Another second.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm burning!!!</span>The otherwise neutral and unextressive Kieth-Edward then performed the most expressive action of his life.<br/><br/>He let forth an unholy howl of pain.<br/><br/>And then everything went black.