A/N Thought I'd include the proper way to prounounce Vicky's name as it's from a language that's pronounced nothing like it's spelled...But aside from that, enjoy!
She had just finished the stack of files when a lab tech came down with a fresh body and a stack of files riding on the end of the metal cart. "These are for you Ms-" He read the name off the name tag having already forgotten it, "Fej-es." He guessed at the pronunciation of her name.
"Fey-yesh." She corrected absently, patting a corner of the desk. "Thanks." She stretched her hand, groaning as she felt it go numb, quickly followed by the side of her body.
"You OK?" the lab tech asked and she nodded.
"Just fine." She replied, trying to flex the muscles. The tech walked out and she slowly felt the feeling come back, taking far too long for her liking. She flexed a few more times, ensuring that she did again have control over her muscles before flipping open the next folder.
She had just gotten through another three files when Macy came back down with someone else that she had recognized as one of the ones that had looked quite annoyed during her staff meeting. "Well doc, what can I do for y'all?" She asked, standing up. "By the way, this stack," She slapped the one on the other end of her desk, "Can get filed away wherever you file them." He nodded.
"Autopsy." He told her.
"Fun." She replied, and the door burst open.
"Dr. Macy, Jordan, get cracking on that murder yet?" A young man limped in on a pair of crutches and noticed her. "Hello." He said, giving her a quick once over.
"Hi."
"Detective Woody Hoyt, Boston PD" He extended his hand while attempting to keep the crutch he was no longer holding balanced.
"Vicky Fejes." She replied, shaking his hand. "Murder, eh?" she asked, and the detective nodded.
"Yeah turned up in his house."
"Well then," She looked at Macy and the other one, "This sounds really fun."
Hoyt looked at her. "New resident?" He asked and she laughed.
"Little old for a resident, don't you think?" The young man shrugged. "I'm with the DA's office. Here to make sure these guys don't paint themselves into corner. Now, let's get going." She said, following the three out and to the autopsy room.
"OK." the detective pulled a flip book out from his pocket. "Mike Skerrit, age fifty three had returned home from the Bahamas to wind up dead stabbed 12 times-"
"Thirteen" Macy cut him off, counting the stab wounds.
"Police counted twelve." Hoyt told him, and she cut them both off.
"Ok, hang on a second, let your overpriced stenographer catch up." She had started a new file on the man filling in the details as they went along. "This makes things quite easy for you because now this is a whole bunch less reports you have to do yourself, cause I'll be doing the reports for all murders. I know Dr. Macy, but you are?" She turned to the other woman.
"Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh." She stared at the other doctor, her eyes narrowing slightly. She had heard plenty about the young woman and out of all the reports she had to read, the woman before her's was the thickest, she honestly couldn't believe that she would still be employed after all that she had pulled.
"Right." she said, writing down the names. "Right," She repeated, "I'm not going to tell you to ignore me cause you can't, but I'm not here to get in your way, do this your way, just give me a chance to catch up writing." She stood back allowing them room to work.
The young detective had long since left, going amazingly fast on the crutches for using them for both legs and not just one. "This guys completely trashed, thirteen stab wounds, one of which pierces the heart, two the lungs, one the liver, one the stomach, one the spleen and multiple in soft tissue. I'd hazard a guess that cause of death is exsanguination." Vicky copied the woman's words with a practiced ease. The two doctors carried on small talk that was easily skipped over as she copied it, only noting the medical facts.
She felt the tingling feeling make it's way back up her side again and she tried to put the clipboard down before the inevitable happened, but she hadn't quite gotten to the counter before she felt her arm again go numb and the clipboard crashed to the floor. "You alright?" Macy asked her concerned.
"Fine." she replied, bending awkwardly without the use of the right side of her body and retrieved the clipboard with her good hand. "I'll be right back." she said, trying her hardest to pick the leg that felt like dead weight up but she knew that it was dragging behind her.