Welcome to Day 25 of my Guro Challenge!

Okay, not really. Don't hate me! I was working on my fanfic for class until 10:36 last night, and I really didn't feel like being tired for my first day back to school. It was Easter break before.

Anyway, it's Organs today . . . er, yesterday. Time to dissect Eren! I had to look up a lot of stuff to write this; it was fun!

"Ah, here is our new specimen."

Those were the first words Eren heard as he sluggishly woke up. "Wha?" he groaned, feeling pain shoot up his body. He felt old, though he was only 15. "What happened?" He blinked open his eyes and tried to sit up, only to realize that metal rings stopped his movements on the body-sized table he was strapped to. Eren then realized he was completely naked, facing upwards, making a small feeling of embarrassment swirl inside him. He felt too lethargic to care too much. He looked around the room he was in. Eren was set in front of a group of students, who were peering down at him in interest.

"You were drugged with rohypnol," the deep, male voice replied. It was a doctor, with a small smirk, cleaning various dissection tools at a nearby desk equipped with a sink.

Eren blinked. "What does that . . . do." He was having a hard time focusing and thinking. His thoughts were slow, and he felt groggy and tired.

"It's a sedative, and it caused you to enter a state of unconscious. You've contracted amnesia, correct? Can you remember your past experiences?"

Eren thought, searching his head. "No. Why . . . am I here?"

"Simple." The doctor walked over to him from the desk and pulled out a scalpel. "You're to be a live human dissection."

"W-what?" Eren widened his hazel eyes slightly, fear hitting him. "You're joking, right? This can't be ethical!"

The doctor furrowed his eyebrows, running a hand through his short, wavy black hair. "Well, not exactly, but we thought it would be the best for our students." He motioned to them, who were composed of mostly males with a few females scattered about. "You see, they're special. They have shown exceptional rates of intelligence. They are among the brightest of this medical college."

"So they get to dissect me?"

"It will prepare them for actual surgeries. Using a human cadaver isn't as . . . realistic."

Eren gasped and started to weakly fight back, but soon lay still. He realized that he wouldn't have been able to break the metal had he not been sedated. He felt tears pool in his eyes. "Y-you're not at least going to make it painless?"

"The class and I had a vote about that, and we decided against using anesthetics for the dissection. They said it would make more . . . entertaining."

"Entertaining? What kind of sick people are you teaching!" Eren growled.

The doctor smiled and adjusted his black-rimmed glasses. "I'll leave you to it, class. You know what to do. I'll observe from back here." The doctor walked up into the rows and chose a random desk to sit at, pulling out a notebook and clicking a blue pen into action.

A guy loomed close to Eren, brandishing his own scalpel. "Alright, let's cut him open~" A blush coated his cheeks, and he was obviously excited.

A girl pushed him back and glared. "We're not here to get you off, Alex. We should always palpate the body, which I hope you remember is touching it to see the structures of the body? Or were you daydreaming about murder again while we were learning? You shouldn't be here; you don't have a desire at all to help others!"

Eren stiffened when the students began feeling around his body. Hands and fingers felt his bones, joints, and muscles, making him blush.

"Clavicles, nasal bone, sternum, sternal notch, rib cage, pelvic region. . . ," the same girl that had yelled at Alex named the bones and areas as she brushed them.

Alex sighed, flicking his blue hair. "Are we done now, Miko?"

Miko glared at Alex again. I hate my lab partner. . . .

She huffed and narrowed his eyes. "So, where should we cut first, then, Alex?"

"I guess that cutting across the thoracic region would be better. . . ," Alex whined.

Eren cried out as Miko began slicing across his chest, then down his stomach, under his armpits, and to the beginnings of his legs. Blood instantly welled up inside the cuts, spilling over some of the students, the table, Eren, and dripped onto the floor.

Tears filled his eyes as Miko began cutting into his stomach to try and see what he had last eaten. "S-stop. . . ," he pleaded.

Meanwhile, Alex was busy burning up. Ah! He's just so . . . breakable! I want to kill him!

"Look at this! He ate Taco Bell just before he was knocked out! That's kinda funny to me," Miko laughed as she pulled back the smooth muscle of his stomach. She was wearing translucent gloves, of course.

Alex bit his lip and couldn't stop a small moan at Eren's crying and helpless face, blushing from embarrassment. Oh, screw it all! I can't take it anymore!

"Let me kill you!" Alex rushed forward and twisted his scalpel into Eren's heart. He began to laugh psychotically.

Eren screamed as his heart began to spill blood and go into cardiac arrest. He began to try to suck in oxygen desperately, his heart speeding up.

The students yelped as they were sprayed with blood.

"Alex!" Miko yelled. "You killed our specimen!"

"I'm going to cart you over to the psychiatric hospital myself at your trial!" were the last words Eren heard before he died.

Doctors wouldn't let students dissect humans in normal colleges, just so you know. A cadaver is the medical term for a corpse. I admit that I had Alex kill Eren because I've never dissected a human before—I don't know what it's like! It's also late, and I still have to write for "Plant. . . ."