Arrakis Tung

[Thufir]

In the spirit world, Tung had followed his body to the morgue and now stood over his own carcas.
Besides being the deathly grey this realm brought about, the morgue was a haunting place.
Crying came from the cupboards and the hospital itself was haunted by the dead and damned.
It was driving him to insanity slowly but surely.

In the real world, a doctor opened the locked door to the morgue and set his tools on the table.
The unnamed corpse was due a postmortem and they needed to discover exactly what killed him.
Picking up a scalpel he wearily cut away the jacket crusted in blood. He mumbled details to himself and worked a path to the wound in the carcas' chest.
"strange, teh wound stinks of painkillers, or..." He trailed off. This looked like a butchers work, but butchers dont apply anaesthetic to blades.
Proffesional kill came to mind.

Arrakis watched in horror. His body was about to be cut up and put back together numerous times.
The crying got louder as a woman entered the room covered in burns, and no eyes.
He walked over to her, put a foot behind her and slammed her to the floor. (in a floating way.)
"Be quiet woman!"

Turning back the doctor had already begun scraping the flakes of blood from his hair and putting the into a little container.
He got lower until he reached the eyes.
Now, most parts of the body can reconnect over time, but the eyes are gone when they've been disconnected without something to force this. If he was going to rise again he'd need his eyes.
With all of his dead energy he screamed a deathly scream.
It echoed into the room and the doctor fled dropping everything he was doing.
The eye hit the floor, scalpel drove straight down the middle.
Too late.

[Random Event]

A harsh wind blows through the area, knocking bottles off the shelf and rattling the walls themselves. One bottle in particular topples down, smashing onto the body of Arrakis. A reviving potion.

[Thufir]

What in gods name was that?!
He asked himself as the room erupted in accidents.
Bottles crashed around from shelves and the table of tools rattled and clattered spewing disinfectant everywhere.
Then, almost by damned intervention.
A single bottle toppled off of the shelf. Smashing to pieces over Tung's Corpse.
Revival Potion.
His Carcass now teemed with potential life, all it needed was a host. And before any soul or ghoul or otherworldy creature even had the chance.
Arrakis Tung dived for his own body, and awoke, there and then.

His eye gasped open as he swung upright abruptly.
Tung seethed in pain for a minute as he came to terms with his body. His heart was beating as fast as it could to get the blood pumping once again, and his limbs felt stiff and unused.
He screamed in pain, before calm was restored.

Picking himself up from the bed, he collapsed onto the floor.
He felt so weak, like he hadnt eaten in years.
Then his eye focused on something.
The severed and butchered eyeball, sat right next to him. There was no hope for that, and looks like he needed a glass eye from now on.
Or a patch of some sort.