[I don't know if this has been done before, or is even allowed, but I'm going to run with it anyway, and deal with the beratement later :P]
Professor Morrow is leaning over a still unconscious Jaime. His back is to us so we can't see exactly what he is doing.
Same view as the previous, except now Morrow is holding the Scarab is the air like a sporting trophy.
CAPTION: An hour later...
MORROW: It is mine!
From the front, we see Morrow reaching over his head to put the Scarab in place on his back. It's legs have already wrapped around him. He is smiling triumphantly.
Close on Morrow's face, now looking confused.
Identical view as the last, only now he is wincing in pain. There is a dribble of blood trickling from his nose.
Close on Jaime, waking groggily and rubbing his head.
JAIME: What... Where am--
PANEL SEVEN, WIDE
Jaime, with the Scarab on his back, is now sitting up on the operating table, looking horrified. Before him, on the floor, lays Professor Morrow. His torso has been ripped wide open like an autopsy subject. Blood is sprayed all around.
JAIME: Oh my god...
JAIME: What have I done?