Harrison opened the next draw, peering into the darkness at the body.
"Yikes, would have hated to be this guy!" he said, slamming the door and moving to the next one.
Davis watched tensely. Harrison seemed to have been short changed on the 'Ew, dead body' gene that most people had (aside from Davis, of course). Missed out on the tact too thought Davis grumpily. The guy had been hanging around for half and hour, and had already managed to make him feel like sticking a head in an oven ('Hey, have you put on weight?") Tru was going to meet him for dinner, after she saved today's body.
He glanced over at the clock. It was twenty minutes after the time of death. Two till the body had come in, according to Tru.
Harrison winced and shut the morgue door on a car crash victim.
"Ok, that was gross."
"Do you have to do that?" snapped Davis. Harrison stared at him, as though he hadn't a clue what he was talking about.
"Do what?"
Fortunately for Harrison, a body came in. It was being pushed by Derek, the new collector. He looked around nervously as he entered, like the bodies were going to jump out at him.
Davis's shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly; Tru had failed, it seemed.
Harrison looked suspiciously at Derek. "I haven't seen you before..."
The guy gave a nervous laugh. "Yeah, new here." he jumped as Davis put down a set of dissecting tools. He went slightly green as he looked at them. He practically threw the report at Davis and scurried out.
"Nervous guy." commented Harrison, looking with interest at the covered body. Davis flicked through the report. Body found outside a club. Gunshot to the temple. Young female.
Same as yesterday.
Sighing, he put it down and turned back to the body. Harrison was about to peek under the sheet. "Hey, don't do that!"
Harrison grinned and pulled it off.
Davis stared at the slab, suddenly staggering as his knees gave way. Harrison looked down, surprised at his reaction. His insides became hollow.
Tru.