[ WP ] Whenever you were to die , you agreed to donate your body to science . You now wake up in a hospital room after a bad hangover , with a group of scientists seconds away from dissecting you .

I felt my eyelids slowly spread apart and then blink several times, as bright light prevented me from seeing anything. As I heard an audible gasp, I struggled to find the strength to turn my head towards the noise. 
 
 
 
 `` HOLY SHIT, NOT AGAIN,'' a man in green scrubs yelled, walking backwards directly into a tray of utensils, which scattered onto the floor with a crash, not impeding his progress even slightly as the man fell, shot back up, fell again, and got up on his feet before heading out the door. 
 
 
 
 I leaned up on my elbows, still blinking as the room slowly came into focus. Approximately 15 people stood in the room, eyes wide opened, as still as statues. They wore navy blue scrubs with the word `` Student'' emblazoned on each one, and each wore identical hairnets and surgical masks. 
 
 
 Nobody in the room moved as I surveyed the room, looking person to person. 
 
 
 Breaking the silence, a student slowly pulled his phone out of his pocket, aimed it at me, the noise of a fake camera shutter broke the silence, and the student put his phone back in his pocket. Nobody else moved. 
 
 
 
 `` So,'' I said. `` I'm Skiff.'' 
 
 
 Nobody replied. 
 
 
 I sighed and looked down at myself. Only my privates were covered, for some reason, and there were numerous areas of my abdomen marked with permanent marker. 
 
 
 
 `` Were, uh, were you guys going to cut me open?'' I asked, incredulously. 
 
 
 One of the students burst into tears and walked out of the room. As she left, she kept repeating `` I ca n't do this. This is too much. I ca n't be a nurse, this is just too much.'' 
 
 
 
 `` Is, uh, is this some sort of a joke?'' the student with the cell phone asked. `` Like an initiation kind of thing?'' 
 
 
 The student turned his attention to another student next to him. 
 
 
 
 `` Jake, did you check his vitals to ensure he was in a pulseless rhythm?'' the student asked. 
 
 
 `` Uh, yeah, twice,'' Jake replied. 
 
 
 `` Are you sure?'' the student replied. `` Because this guy does n't look pulseless.'' 
 
 
 He turned his attention back to me. 
 
 
 `` Are you dead?'' he asked in an attempt to be condescending towards Jake, who was looking pretty scared, but came off a little apprehensive himself. 
 
 
 `` I... I do n't believe so,'' I said. 
 
 
 `` Well, there you go,'' the student said. `` Jake, you done messed up. You're lucky we only got one of his kidneys out.'' 
 
 
 `` Wait, what?'' I said, feeling around to my back nervously. 
 
 
 `` I'm just busting your balls man,'' the student replied. `` Which must be freezing, by the way. Do you want a pair of pants or something?'' 
 
 
 He walked to a cabinet and grabbed a hospital gown off a shelf. Walking back to the table, he handed them to me and put his hand on my back as I swung my legs off the edge of the large table. 
 
 
 `` Thanks,'' I said. `` Where are my clothes?'' 
 
 
 `` Beats the hell out of me,'' the student said. `` The medics probably gave them to your next of kin after they brought you in. Oh shit... you might want to contact them and update them on the status of your, you know, lack of death.'' 
 
 
 I closed my eyes, knowing fully well that my parents were probably notified and had told everyone. This was going to be a long day. 
 
 
 Easing myself onto the floor, I tied the gown behind my neck, and then the single strap behind my back. Walking towards the door, my gown blowing in the wind, exposing my ass to the group, I paused briefly in front of Jake. 
 
 
 `` Dammit, man,'' I said. `` Learn to take a pulse.'' 
 
 
 Jake lowered his head ashamed, and I shook my head slightly, disgusted. 
 
 
 As I walked out the door, I felt their eyes following me, as the door slowly closed behind me, concealing the view of me walking half-naked down the hallways until the door latched with a solid thunk.
