Grey
Dialectical Hermeticist
He shakes his head.
"Actually had to fight Jack over that. He wanted me to attempt a full autopsy, I told him I wasn't going to compromise any evidence," he says, opening the heavy door; a breeze of frigid air is exhaled into the room. The shape of a body lies under a white sheet, everything rimed with frost.
"Found what could be a puncture mark from something 'bout the size of a knitting needle - just left of her spine, which could have punctured the inferior mesenteric."
He rolls the gurney on which the corpse sits out of the freezer and pauses with two fingers on the cover.
"If any of you are squeamish, I'd say leave now. Got some time before it becomes a health hazard."
"Actually had to fight Jack over that. He wanted me to attempt a full autopsy, I told him I wasn't going to compromise any evidence," he says, opening the heavy door; a breeze of frigid air is exhaled into the room. The shape of a body lies under a white sheet, everything rimed with frost.
"Found what could be a puncture mark from something 'bout the size of a knitting needle - just left of her spine, which could have punctured the inferior mesenteric."
He rolls the gurney on which the corpse sits out of the freezer and pauses with two fingers on the cover.
"If any of you are squeamish, I'd say leave now. Got some time before it becomes a health hazard."