To Be Dead

The doctor stood over the corpse, inspecting the horrific site that was once someone alive. The corpse laid still on the stainless steel counter-top, the room darkened besides the holy light that hung over the operation table. Many heartbeats could be heard now leaving the room for the procedure had come to an end. In that little room the corpse laid, alone, dead. He, although now passed away, now felt a sensation of millions of pins and needles, him needing to breathe. He tried, but failed, for he cannot. His heart had stopped a while ago, but he was still there, not moving on, not going anywhere. He blinked.