Molly blew on her coffee through the slit in the lid as she waited for the lift to stop at her floor in St. Bartholomew's Hospital. The familiar chime alerted here she was there, and she began to get off when almost running headlong into someone.
"My apologies," he was out of breath. "I didn't see you there. Oh, hello Molly."
"Hello Dr. Culver." Molly greeted, shocked at his sudden appearance. She thought he went home hours ago.
"Busy today?" He asked but didn't seem to care for her answer as he pressed the elevator button vigorously.
"Yes, seems to be a few rather bad cases of pneumonia, recently."
"Pneumonia?" He looked at her, suddenly interested.
"Yes, just got my fifth-" but the elevator door shut just then, leaving her alone. "-in two days..." She said to no one in particular.
Molly sighed to herself as she walked down the hall to the morgue. Dr. Culver seemed out of sorts just now, had he been running? She was just about to shake it off when she opened the door to her morgue, and froze.