Promt 68- Autopsy
Dont even ask what came over me to write this. Its short but enjoy any way. I cant write angst but I had a go anyway. :D
Disclaimer: No mine, if it was this would never happen!
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Harry stared down at the body on the mortuary slab and swallowed the hate that rose up in him. He didn't hate the deceased, he hated the monster that had murdered the woman in front of him. Harry wanted to run down to the lock-up and take his anger, rage and pain out on the man responsible, but he knew he shouldn't, she wouldn't have wanted that.
"Harry" Leo called over to him and he looked up at the older man "Are you sure you want to perform the autopsy?"
Harry nodded and forced back the tears as he looked back at the body.
"I…we have authorization" he mumbled and reached out a shaky hand to pick up the scalpel, he brought it closer to the body and then stopped. He turned and threw the scalpel back onto the tray and sunk to the floor, he buried his face in his hands and cried.
"She's gone Leo" he sobbed and felt the older man sit on the floor next to him. Leo put an arm around the crying mans shoulder, his own eyes filled with tears.
"My Nikki's gone and I don't even have the courage to do her autopsy" Harry cried and Leo wiped his own tears from his face.
"She wouldn't have wanted you to" Leo informed him "Not if it got you in this state"
"I want her back" Harry told Leo who nodded
"I know" Leo replied, he knew nothing could comfort Harry. He had lost his best friend, soul mate and wife, Leo didn't know if he would ever recover.