Another shortie, shouldn't be anymore now. Enjoy :D
It had been 3 days since the tragic death of the young paramedic. Several attempts had been made to contact her father, but nothing had been successful. The locker that held her clothes and possessions was still locked, the key had been removed from her pocket and put into safekeeping but was not to be touched until her father arrived. The whole ED had a completely different air to it. Something wasn't right. Something was missing.
Polly was missing.
Nick Jordan climbed out of his shiny black car, his suit and shirt tidy as usual. Looking over at the ambulance that had arrived moments before himself, he could tell that the remaining paramedics were taking it hard, particularly Jeff and Dixie. Polly had been like a daughter to the pair of them and her death had shaken them up badly. Nick took a deep breath and pulled himself away, making his way once more into the ED.
'Letter for you Mr Jordan,' Noel was quick to get in as usual. 'Looks important.'
'Thank you, Noel.'
Nick made his way up to the office he shared with Miriam, sitting down at his desk. He looked down at the envelope. The stamp in the corner was one he'd seen too many times before. The coroner's report.
Apprehensively, he slid his thumb under the flap and opened the envelope, pulling out the report. Scanning through, he came across exactly what he expected- hole in the left ventricle, severe blood loss. But there was one detail in the report that she hadn't expected. A detail that almost made him fall off his chair.
