"That guy looked really shook up..." Tru muttered as she rubbed her
eyes tiredly, referring to the grief stricken Arthur Kriticos.
"Yeah, I can only imagine what he's been through..." Davis sighed as they entered the crypt together.
"I'd say a meat grinder with the way these two look." She commented with a nudge towards the gurneys to her right.
"Yeah, well we better get started on this one, I don't know about you but I'm not really up to working on the other three right this second..." Davis gave a weary look to the other gurneys as he stood over the open body bag, which held the late Dennis Rafkin.
"Yeah, I'm not really in the mood to see that either right now." She agreed as he switched on the overhead tape recorder.
"Its eleven twenty-three p.m. on Friday, March 17, 2003..." Davis began to in-detail to the mechanical box as Tru fully unzipped the black bag and pulled it away from the body. "Autopsy of subject 4021208..." he continued as she stared downward sympathetically.
Davis gave her a slight nod and she began to remove things from the corpse's pockets.
"Hey, I thought Gardez said they didn't find any identification on any of them?" Tru wondered out loud as she held the small piece of paper in her hand that she had retrieved from the deceased's pocket.
"Maybe the police were just too afraid to touch the bodies, I mean after all... look at them..." was all Davis said with an obvious expression on his face, Tru nodded in agreement.
"It's a school ID card..." she then muttered while looking the piece of paper over carefully. "Matilda Jensen... I wonder who she was?" she added before lightly placing it on the metal pan which sat on the table nearby.
After removing his other items like clothing, shoes and watch, they finally began to autopsy the body.
"Left hand and wrist is completely deteriorated, broken in three... no four places..." Davis narrated as Tru watched silently, her eyes following him as he examined the bloody hand of the deceased man on the table. "Top of the spinal column is severally shattered at the third and forth cervical vertebrae as well as the lower lumbar region of the vertebrae and pelvis." He continued.
"So his neck was broken..." she said finally, a look of confusion on her face.
"That and his spinal cord was severed..." Davis added while glancing up at her.
"But which killed him?" she questioned, more lost then she was before.
"Well it could have been a number of things... broken neck, severed spine... but what I believe did it was the internal hemorrhaging from the blunt force of whatever blow did this to him." He answered her in all seriousness, she only nodded in realization.
"Hell of a way to go..." she mumbled sadly in response.
"Well it depends really..." Davis stated simply.
"What do you mean?" she asked back.
"Well if the top of the spinal cord was shattered first then its most likely that he didn't feel much of anything after that... so he was technically dead the moment his neck was broken, the rest was just overkill." He concluded.
"So somebody was just taking out their anger on him..." she said to herself more then Davis.
"Seems that way... personally I'd recommend Anger Management..." he added dully, she looked over at him questioningly. "Ya know... if the killer wasn't already guilty of murder... whoever the killer is..." he then uncomfortably implied before walking away from the examining table in defeat.
Tru watched him leave for a moment before deciding to do the same, after all, what more could she do?
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Her eyes moved under her eyelids as the faded call roused her from her sleep, Tru sat upright from where her head had rested on her folded arms on the desk before her. With a quick rub of her eyes she yawned and looked up at the clock.
"Aw man!" she whined, realizing she had fallen asleep.
She stood up from her seat and removed her white lab coat, she then grabbed her dark blue jean jacket from the coat rack by the office door and threw it on. She made her way down the hall, towards the main entrance of the morgue, it was after midnight and time to go home.
And then she heard it, the least welcome sound of the day. Tru stopped dead in her tracks as she listened carefully to the chilling silence around her... nothing but quiet. Slowly she decided to keep walking towards the main doors, and then it came again, that faint whisper that was meant only for her ears.
"Hello?" the brunette called to the empty hallway, the dim lighting casting shadows as she walked back towards the crypt.
Her hand pushed back one of the doors, the creepy creaking of it sending chills down her spine as she entered the crypt cautiously. Tru then glanced warily around at the gurneys positioned around the room.
"Oh please... not this again!" she sighed to herself fearfully, she really didn't want this to turn out like the time those five ex-frat guys all decided to ask for her help at the same time, talk about confusion!
She then heard the muffled sound again. Taking a deep breath Tru lightly stepped over to the gurney, the black body bag which lay on it was neatly zipped, she then remembered that Davis had re-zipped them all before leaving the crypt after their autopsy. Hesitantly she grasped the metal tag, her hand shaking slightly as she drug it downward.
Her dark brown eyes gazed down at the pale face of the deceased man who she and Davis had autopsied earlier, right about now she was kicking herself for not remembering his name. What was it, she asked herself in sheer annoyance, it was Dennis something wasn't it, damn her memory for forgetting such a crucial detail at a moment like this!
"Dennis..." she muttered to herself, hoping that hearing his name out loud would jar her memory.
Just as she was beginning to recall what the older man had said his name was earlier Tru heard something else which made her look back at the gurney.
"Help!" he whaled despairingly with desperation, his glossy teal eyes staring into hers.
Tru jumped with fright as she was yanked from her thoughts, her head began to feel dizzy as the entire room began to spin violently in a vibrant flash of not only the day's events but also much more.
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The clock radio switched on beside her and Tru slung herself upward in the disheveled bed. Gasping for air as if she were just awakened from a nightmare she began to look around the room in a panic.
It was then that she noticed the TV across from her bed was on, but wait... she hadn't forgotten to turn it off the night before, in fact the last time she fell asleep with the TV on was...
"Good morning everyone!" the news reporter announced on the television set. "It looks like it's going to be another beautiful day!"
Tru's head was spinning as she struggled to understand what was happening, then she heard the end of the newscast where they announced the day's date.
"Its Monday, March 12th... everyone have a nice day." The anchorwoman stated, Tru's eyes widened in shock.
"Oh my god!" she gasped while staring ahead at the blank television screen. "I've been sent back five days!"
"Yeah, I can only imagine what he's been through..." Davis sighed as they entered the crypt together.
"I'd say a meat grinder with the way these two look." She commented with a nudge towards the gurneys to her right.
"Yeah, well we better get started on this one, I don't know about you but I'm not really up to working on the other three right this second..." Davis gave a weary look to the other gurneys as he stood over the open body bag, which held the late Dennis Rafkin.
"Yeah, I'm not really in the mood to see that either right now." She agreed as he switched on the overhead tape recorder.
"Its eleven twenty-three p.m. on Friday, March 17, 2003..." Davis began to in-detail to the mechanical box as Tru fully unzipped the black bag and pulled it away from the body. "Autopsy of subject 4021208..." he continued as she stared downward sympathetically.
Davis gave her a slight nod and she began to remove things from the corpse's pockets.
"Hey, I thought Gardez said they didn't find any identification on any of them?" Tru wondered out loud as she held the small piece of paper in her hand that she had retrieved from the deceased's pocket.
"Maybe the police were just too afraid to touch the bodies, I mean after all... look at them..." was all Davis said with an obvious expression on his face, Tru nodded in agreement.
"It's a school ID card..." she then muttered while looking the piece of paper over carefully. "Matilda Jensen... I wonder who she was?" she added before lightly placing it on the metal pan which sat on the table nearby.
After removing his other items like clothing, shoes and watch, they finally began to autopsy the body.
"Left hand and wrist is completely deteriorated, broken in three... no four places..." Davis narrated as Tru watched silently, her eyes following him as he examined the bloody hand of the deceased man on the table. "Top of the spinal column is severally shattered at the third and forth cervical vertebrae as well as the lower lumbar region of the vertebrae and pelvis." He continued.
"So his neck was broken..." she said finally, a look of confusion on her face.
"That and his spinal cord was severed..." Davis added while glancing up at her.
"But which killed him?" she questioned, more lost then she was before.
"Well it could have been a number of things... broken neck, severed spine... but what I believe did it was the internal hemorrhaging from the blunt force of whatever blow did this to him." He answered her in all seriousness, she only nodded in realization.
"Hell of a way to go..." she mumbled sadly in response.
"Well it depends really..." Davis stated simply.
"What do you mean?" she asked back.
"Well if the top of the spinal cord was shattered first then its most likely that he didn't feel much of anything after that... so he was technically dead the moment his neck was broken, the rest was just overkill." He concluded.
"So somebody was just taking out their anger on him..." she said to herself more then Davis.
"Seems that way... personally I'd recommend Anger Management..." he added dully, she looked over at him questioningly. "Ya know... if the killer wasn't already guilty of murder... whoever the killer is..." he then uncomfortably implied before walking away from the examining table in defeat.
Tru watched him leave for a moment before deciding to do the same, after all, what more could she do?
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Her eyes moved under her eyelids as the faded call roused her from her sleep, Tru sat upright from where her head had rested on her folded arms on the desk before her. With a quick rub of her eyes she yawned and looked up at the clock.
"Aw man!" she whined, realizing she had fallen asleep.
She stood up from her seat and removed her white lab coat, she then grabbed her dark blue jean jacket from the coat rack by the office door and threw it on. She made her way down the hall, towards the main entrance of the morgue, it was after midnight and time to go home.
And then she heard it, the least welcome sound of the day. Tru stopped dead in her tracks as she listened carefully to the chilling silence around her... nothing but quiet. Slowly she decided to keep walking towards the main doors, and then it came again, that faint whisper that was meant only for her ears.
"Hello?" the brunette called to the empty hallway, the dim lighting casting shadows as she walked back towards the crypt.
Her hand pushed back one of the doors, the creepy creaking of it sending chills down her spine as she entered the crypt cautiously. Tru then glanced warily around at the gurneys positioned around the room.
"Oh please... not this again!" she sighed to herself fearfully, she really didn't want this to turn out like the time those five ex-frat guys all decided to ask for her help at the same time, talk about confusion!
She then heard the muffled sound again. Taking a deep breath Tru lightly stepped over to the gurney, the black body bag which lay on it was neatly zipped, she then remembered that Davis had re-zipped them all before leaving the crypt after their autopsy. Hesitantly she grasped the metal tag, her hand shaking slightly as she drug it downward.
Her dark brown eyes gazed down at the pale face of the deceased man who she and Davis had autopsied earlier, right about now she was kicking herself for not remembering his name. What was it, she asked herself in sheer annoyance, it was Dennis something wasn't it, damn her memory for forgetting such a crucial detail at a moment like this!
"Dennis..." she muttered to herself, hoping that hearing his name out loud would jar her memory.
Just as she was beginning to recall what the older man had said his name was earlier Tru heard something else which made her look back at the gurney.
"Help!" he whaled despairingly with desperation, his glossy teal eyes staring into hers.
Tru jumped with fright as she was yanked from her thoughts, her head began to feel dizzy as the entire room began to spin violently in a vibrant flash of not only the day's events but also much more.
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The clock radio switched on beside her and Tru slung herself upward in the disheveled bed. Gasping for air as if she were just awakened from a nightmare she began to look around the room in a panic.
It was then that she noticed the TV across from her bed was on, but wait... she hadn't forgotten to turn it off the night before, in fact the last time she fell asleep with the TV on was...
"Good morning everyone!" the news reporter announced on the television set. "It looks like it's going to be another beautiful day!"
Tru's head was spinning as she struggled to understand what was happening, then she heard the end of the newscast where they announced the day's date.
"Its Monday, March 12th... everyone have a nice day." The anchorwoman stated, Tru's eyes widened in shock.
"Oh my god!" she gasped while staring ahead at the blank television screen. "I've been sent back five days!"