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((During the night, Jordan has gone home with Max, Nigel and Garret are about to do the autopsy on Woody.))
CHAPTER 12:
~~Garret~~ I've got the gloves...I've got all the instruments, I've got the camera, the syringes, the towels. Now all I need is the strength to do this.
"Garret? You ready?" Nigel grabbed a towel and laid it next to the edge of Woody's chest.
"Yes." I switched on my headset-mike. "This is Dr. Garret Macy, performing the autospy on Detective Woodrow Hoyt, assisted by Dr. Nigel Townsend." I reached for the camera and snapped several photos of the leg wound that he had sustained from what appeared to be a gunshot. "Nigel, get a pair of forceps and try to get that bullet out of his leg." He nodded, then gently began probing the wound, picking out fragments from the shell casing.
I moved up towards his chest, and took some pictures of it. "Victim appears to have six bruises in the chest area, confirmed to be from six shots fired into bulletproof vest. The bullets were recovered from the vest and processed into evidence."
"Garret? The bullet in his leg fractured his femur in several places."
"Thank you Nigel."
"From the looks of the internal hemmoraging around the entry site, this was when he was still alive."
I nodded, then opened Woody's mouth and placed a scope down, so I could see his throat. "Evidence of bruising around the gumline and left cheek, possible from impact with an inaminate object, such as a gun, or a bat. From scope imaging, confirmed smoke inhalation into lungs and throat area, nostils also appear to be irritated."
"I've got the x-rays of his skull back." Nigel snapped them up onto the lightboard and flicked it on. "He got whacked pretty hard by something solid...his skull was fractured in two places...had a pretty bad concussion."
I pointed at the films. "Doesn't this look like a square object that inflicted this...maybe a piece of wood or a metal piece?"
Nigel measured the distance with his fingers. "Probably was a hockey stick. That's what I would think it was..."
"How you know that?"
"I played hockey before I came over here to the States...a little amateur league they had set up back home." He nodded. "He's got fragments of whatever he got hit with embedded in the back of his head."
I lifted his head gently, then grabbed at the slivers with a pair of tweezers. I had to yank pretty hard to get them out, and I had to look away a few times while doing it. "These were done while he was still alive, they've caked into his scalp."
"Sweet Nancy...you see this chunk sticking out of his neck?" Nigel gently wiggled a piece of wood out of the neck, and laid it down to photograph it on the table. "This is at least four inches long."
"Was it in his carotid?" I glanced down at the chunk of wood.
"Yeah, in there pretty deep."
"That's what killed him probably." I gently opened the wound on his neck and probed in it. "Yep, straight through. Poor guy bled to death."
I saw Nigel visibly flinch and turn away from the body. "I'm sorry Mate, it's just..."
"I know Nigel. Don't worry about it." Inside, I was feeling the same way. Sick inside, my heart was completely torn out of my chest, my brain racking with how I needed to help Jordan, how I needed to finish this autopsy.
"We know what got him...what else do we need to do?" Nigel looked back at me, then down at the body.
"We're done. Let me just close up these incisions, and we can be done." I grabbed a suture needle, threaded it, and quickly closed the wounds. Nigel collected the instruments and wrapped them up in a towel, and put them off to the side to be sterilized. He snapped off his gloves, and then threw them into the trashcan softly. I switched off my mike, and placed it on the counter. "You alright Nigel?"
He shook his head. "I don't ever want to do anything like that again..."
"I understand." I pulled off my gloves, and threw them away, then covered up the body and started pushing it back into the crypt. Nigel grabbed the other end, and when we got there, he helped me slide him into a drawer, then we both walked out.
I went straight into my office, and I sank down in my chair, and started signing the necessary paperwork that I needed to sign. I probably sat there for a good fifteen minutes by myself, signing the damn things, when Nigel walked in, holding two cups of coffee.
"Want some Boss?" He set them both down on my desk.
"Sure Nigel." I grabbed a cup and slowly sipped it, and Nigel left his there and flopped onto my couch, his feet sticking off the end. "Feeling any better?"
"A little. I'm feeling kind of bad about Rudy though. I wasn't planning on leaving him alone tonight. I've been being alot better about staying with him lately..." He closed his eyes. "He'll be alright for now."
"I would let you leave Nigel, but you know policy. Gotta have two people at all times..." I glanced up at him, then reached in my bottom drawer and pulled out a bottle of scotch, and two shotglasses.
He looked over at me. "I thought you had something in there..."
I poured both of them full, then slid one to the edge of the desk. "Here."
"Thanks Mate." He took it, and downed it in one swallow. "I needed that."
"I think we both needed that." I glanced back down at the stack of papers I had on my desk, and I grabbed a pen and started signing them.
All I need now is for Nigel to sign these papers...and I'll be done with this whole stack... I glanced up and looked at my couch, while I was about to say something to him, but I noticed he was asleep. How long have I been signing these damn things... I glanced up at the clock. 2:35 AM...it was about midnight when we started to autopsy...so it had been awhile. I thought about it for a minute, then decided to let him sleep. He needs it...I do too...If I went to sleep now, I'd be up before anyone else gets here... I laid my head down on my desk on top of my arms, and it was only seconds before I pretty much passed out.
***Later that Morning...around 6-ish***
~~Nigel~~ Damn...why am I so sore...this isn't normal for me to be this sore...at least after a night at work... I blinked a few times, then rolled over and off of the couch, hitting the floor with a thud. "God damn son of a bitch..." I was about to say something else, but I saw Garret looking at me with one eye, his head still resting on his arms.
"Good morning Nigel." He grinned at me.
"Morning Garret. Although, I wouldn't call this exactly a good morning though...not so far at least." I stayed put on the floor, suprisingly, it was beginning to be very comfortable.
Lily walked into the room, and stopped at the doorway, very confused. "Good Morning Dr. Macy...and good morning Nigel...why are you on the floor?"
"I had a fight with the couch and lost." I groaned when I tried to roll over onto my back. That hurts...
"Good Morning Lily. We aren't quite awake yet, as you can tell." Garret leaned back in his chair and stretched. "We pulled a long night..."
"Did you do the autopsy yet?" She started playing with the pen hanging around her neck.
"Yeah, we did. Everything's all signed and ready to go." He handed her a stack of papers.
"I need Nigel to sign this one though." She pulled one of the papers off the stack and waved it towards me.
"Come here." I grabbed the paper from her, then leaned over and signed it in a large scrawling mess. "There. If they ask, I wasn't looking at it."
"Thanks Nigel." She walked out of the room and down the hall towards her desk.
I pulled myself up off the floor, and instantly felt the effects of sleeping on a too-small couch run through my body. "Garret-"
"Yeah Nigel?"
"Don't ever let me sleep on that again...the last time I hurt that bad was after this one night--"
"Nigel, I don't want to know about your love life. Please."
"Alright Garret. I'll spare you this time." I was about to say something else when I heard a familiar voice coming from the doorway.
"Hi guys..."
We both whipped our heads up to see Jordan standing in the doorway. Garret looked at her. "Why are you here? You need to take time off..."
"Love...go home...sleep...it's a beautiful thing..." I yawned and attempted to stretch, which only brought on more pain.
"I need to see him."
TO BE CONTINUED:
***You may hate me, but I'm starting to see double, and it's 3:01 am now...straight typing...I need sleep myself. Thanks for reading!***
((During the night, Jordan has gone home with Max, Nigel and Garret are about to do the autopsy on Woody.))
CHAPTER 12:
~~Garret~~ I've got the gloves...I've got all the instruments, I've got the camera, the syringes, the towels. Now all I need is the strength to do this.
"Garret? You ready?" Nigel grabbed a towel and laid it next to the edge of Woody's chest.
"Yes." I switched on my headset-mike. "This is Dr. Garret Macy, performing the autospy on Detective Woodrow Hoyt, assisted by Dr. Nigel Townsend." I reached for the camera and snapped several photos of the leg wound that he had sustained from what appeared to be a gunshot. "Nigel, get a pair of forceps and try to get that bullet out of his leg." He nodded, then gently began probing the wound, picking out fragments from the shell casing.
I moved up towards his chest, and took some pictures of it. "Victim appears to have six bruises in the chest area, confirmed to be from six shots fired into bulletproof vest. The bullets were recovered from the vest and processed into evidence."
"Garret? The bullet in his leg fractured his femur in several places."
"Thank you Nigel."
"From the looks of the internal hemmoraging around the entry site, this was when he was still alive."
I nodded, then opened Woody's mouth and placed a scope down, so I could see his throat. "Evidence of bruising around the gumline and left cheek, possible from impact with an inaminate object, such as a gun, or a bat. From scope imaging, confirmed smoke inhalation into lungs and throat area, nostils also appear to be irritated."
"I've got the x-rays of his skull back." Nigel snapped them up onto the lightboard and flicked it on. "He got whacked pretty hard by something solid...his skull was fractured in two places...had a pretty bad concussion."
I pointed at the films. "Doesn't this look like a square object that inflicted this...maybe a piece of wood or a metal piece?"
Nigel measured the distance with his fingers. "Probably was a hockey stick. That's what I would think it was..."
"How you know that?"
"I played hockey before I came over here to the States...a little amateur league they had set up back home." He nodded. "He's got fragments of whatever he got hit with embedded in the back of his head."
I lifted his head gently, then grabbed at the slivers with a pair of tweezers. I had to yank pretty hard to get them out, and I had to look away a few times while doing it. "These were done while he was still alive, they've caked into his scalp."
"Sweet Nancy...you see this chunk sticking out of his neck?" Nigel gently wiggled a piece of wood out of the neck, and laid it down to photograph it on the table. "This is at least four inches long."
"Was it in his carotid?" I glanced down at the chunk of wood.
"Yeah, in there pretty deep."
"That's what killed him probably." I gently opened the wound on his neck and probed in it. "Yep, straight through. Poor guy bled to death."
I saw Nigel visibly flinch and turn away from the body. "I'm sorry Mate, it's just..."
"I know Nigel. Don't worry about it." Inside, I was feeling the same way. Sick inside, my heart was completely torn out of my chest, my brain racking with how I needed to help Jordan, how I needed to finish this autopsy.
"We know what got him...what else do we need to do?" Nigel looked back at me, then down at the body.
"We're done. Let me just close up these incisions, and we can be done." I grabbed a suture needle, threaded it, and quickly closed the wounds. Nigel collected the instruments and wrapped them up in a towel, and put them off to the side to be sterilized. He snapped off his gloves, and then threw them into the trashcan softly. I switched off my mike, and placed it on the counter. "You alright Nigel?"
He shook his head. "I don't ever want to do anything like that again..."
"I understand." I pulled off my gloves, and threw them away, then covered up the body and started pushing it back into the crypt. Nigel grabbed the other end, and when we got there, he helped me slide him into a drawer, then we both walked out.
I went straight into my office, and I sank down in my chair, and started signing the necessary paperwork that I needed to sign. I probably sat there for a good fifteen minutes by myself, signing the damn things, when Nigel walked in, holding two cups of coffee.
"Want some Boss?" He set them both down on my desk.
"Sure Nigel." I grabbed a cup and slowly sipped it, and Nigel left his there and flopped onto my couch, his feet sticking off the end. "Feeling any better?"
"A little. I'm feeling kind of bad about Rudy though. I wasn't planning on leaving him alone tonight. I've been being alot better about staying with him lately..." He closed his eyes. "He'll be alright for now."
"I would let you leave Nigel, but you know policy. Gotta have two people at all times..." I glanced up at him, then reached in my bottom drawer and pulled out a bottle of scotch, and two shotglasses.
He looked over at me. "I thought you had something in there..."
I poured both of them full, then slid one to the edge of the desk. "Here."
"Thanks Mate." He took it, and downed it in one swallow. "I needed that."
"I think we both needed that." I glanced back down at the stack of papers I had on my desk, and I grabbed a pen and started signing them.
All I need now is for Nigel to sign these papers...and I'll be done with this whole stack... I glanced up and looked at my couch, while I was about to say something to him, but I noticed he was asleep. How long have I been signing these damn things... I glanced up at the clock. 2:35 AM...it was about midnight when we started to autopsy...so it had been awhile. I thought about it for a minute, then decided to let him sleep. He needs it...I do too...If I went to sleep now, I'd be up before anyone else gets here... I laid my head down on my desk on top of my arms, and it was only seconds before I pretty much passed out.
***Later that Morning...around 6-ish***
~~Nigel~~ Damn...why am I so sore...this isn't normal for me to be this sore...at least after a night at work... I blinked a few times, then rolled over and off of the couch, hitting the floor with a thud. "God damn son of a bitch..." I was about to say something else, but I saw Garret looking at me with one eye, his head still resting on his arms.
"Good morning Nigel." He grinned at me.
"Morning Garret. Although, I wouldn't call this exactly a good morning though...not so far at least." I stayed put on the floor, suprisingly, it was beginning to be very comfortable.
Lily walked into the room, and stopped at the doorway, very confused. "Good Morning Dr. Macy...and good morning Nigel...why are you on the floor?"
"I had a fight with the couch and lost." I groaned when I tried to roll over onto my back. That hurts...
"Good Morning Lily. We aren't quite awake yet, as you can tell." Garret leaned back in his chair and stretched. "We pulled a long night..."
"Did you do the autopsy yet?" She started playing with the pen hanging around her neck.
"Yeah, we did. Everything's all signed and ready to go." He handed her a stack of papers.
"I need Nigel to sign this one though." She pulled one of the papers off the stack and waved it towards me.
"Come here." I grabbed the paper from her, then leaned over and signed it in a large scrawling mess. "There. If they ask, I wasn't looking at it."
"Thanks Nigel." She walked out of the room and down the hall towards her desk.
I pulled myself up off the floor, and instantly felt the effects of sleeping on a too-small couch run through my body. "Garret-"
"Yeah Nigel?"
"Don't ever let me sleep on that again...the last time I hurt that bad was after this one night--"
"Nigel, I don't want to know about your love life. Please."
"Alright Garret. I'll spare you this time." I was about to say something else when I heard a familiar voice coming from the doorway.
"Hi guys..."
We both whipped our heads up to see Jordan standing in the doorway. Garret looked at her. "Why are you here? You need to take time off..."
"Love...go home...sleep...it's a beautiful thing..." I yawned and attempted to stretch, which only brought on more pain.
"I need to see him."
TO BE CONTINUED:
***You may hate me, but I'm starting to see double, and it's 3:01 am now...straight typing...I need sleep myself. Thanks for reading!***