"you know why you are here yes?" I blinked in surprise. I realized I had zoned out. "Y-yes sir." I was in the hospital. I had decided to become a donor... I was to give scientists one of my organs for testing and studies. I thought they may take a kidney or something similar. It was mistake #1. It was too late though... Something felt wrong. The doctor seemed to anxious, the air was too still, the nurses too nervous. If I had noticed it then I may still have a soul right now. But I didn't. That was mistake #2. I layed down on the surgical table and told him I was ready. He told me this was a very rare and delicate surgery, so they would need to use a fairly strong sedative. I agreed. Mistake #3. It was my last warning. The doctor pressed something over my mouth. i took a deep breath in, and fell asleep almost immedeatley.
When I woke up I felt different. Not better, not worse, just different. The doctor heaved a sigh of relief when he saw I had moved. He handed me a medical sheet and asked me to sign off on a successful surgery. I agreed. Afterward I started towards my hom-no. It didnt feel like home anymore. Just my house. I walked to my house and layed down upon my bed. I blinked once. Twice. A third time. It was late. I had just been through surgery. Why wasnt I tired at all? I stared at my ceiling until the morning. The next day I saw my dog come into my room. I didnt feel happy like I normally did. I didnt feel at all. This was very strange. I needed to look over the medical summary, maybe there was something in there to help me understand. I looked through the pages, mainly skimming so I could see what the side affects may be. I suddenly stopped, dropping the summary to the floor. I never found the side affects. It didn't matter anymore. In fact, nothing did anymore. They had removed more than a kidney, more than a stupid appendix. They had taken my soul.
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