Flashes of light wash over closed eyelids, the gurney crashes through heavy steel doors. He feels the cold hospital air brush against the flesh of his chest, paralyzed in a motionless shell, irreversible unconsciousness. The warm white heat of the surgical lamp hovers over his limp body. Completely lucid he asks himself, "Why can't I see that I'm alive?" Organ retrieval begins as he feels each searing incision, the surgeon unzipping his torso like a f****** jacket. The stench of cauterized flesh and insides fill the room. Parting his rib cage, exposing the remains of what's salvageable. The agonizing pain and fear of what's beyond refuses to a**ist him in any attempt to communicate, and now this beating heart cadaver is just a corpse.