Kinjo wiggled around. He was cold. He didn't like this small space. WHere was he anyways? Where was his clothes? He heard the coversation as he was taken into the light on the wheeled table. His eyes wide and he wriggled around more. "What? I'm not dead! I'm not dead!" he yelled out. Wincing as he couldn't move much and what he did move hurt. He whimpered and listened. His eyes going wide. Organ harvesting??? HE WAS NOT DEAD!!! He protested profusely as the doctor dude leaned over him. "AH! NO! NO! I AM NOT DEAD! STOP DRAWING ON ME! STOP IT! STOP IT!" His accent quite heavy right now as he was fearful and not controlling it at all. He watched and wriggled as the lines were beginning to be drawn on him. He cried out protestantly as he didn't like this. What was going on? This place was worse than a horror film. AND HE WASNT DEAD!