11-08-2017, 08:17 AM
Nora not being in the room means they might have a slightly more professional audio record of the examination rather than something that will aggravate the hell out of prosecutor in the event it ends up being used in an inquest months from now. Now that the end of her internship is nigh, it seems the amount of tests Andrés asks her to run correlates with the amount of actual work he himself has to do. It's been slow lately.
She always has the option of returning to the front desk and keeping the receptionist company, but as much as he misses having a gossip buddy, nobody ever learned anything that will be helpful during their fellowship at the front desk of a county morgue.
ANYWAY: the trash compactor lady is scheduled for this afternoon, so Luis eats a light lunch and makes sure to go for a walk afterwards to get the digestive process moving along. Then he gets the body more or less arranged in the anatomical position and takes the photographs he needs to take and gets the hell out of the way.
The external examination was relatively short, since her insides were mostly mixed in with the outsides, and despite the fact that her spine is broken, that isn't what killed her. The trauma sustained by the woman's pelvis killed her before the compactor had done too much else. Her skull is mostly intact.
Her lungs and heart were otherwise healthy. Her liver appeared to be healthy before it got smooshed. So did her spleen. Luis is responsible for examining the contents of her stomach. The task of measuring her intestines, which are all over the damn place, falls to Andrés. Who does so without hesitation. At least the small intestine is still connected to the stomach and there's only minor rectal prolapse. It's just that they aren't nicely folded in the abdominal cavity anymore. Rude.
She always has the option of returning to the front desk and keeping the receptionist company, but as much as he misses having a gossip buddy, nobody ever learned anything that will be helpful during their fellowship at the front desk of a county morgue.
ANYWAY: the trash compactor lady is scheduled for this afternoon, so Luis eats a light lunch and makes sure to go for a walk afterwards to get the digestive process moving along. Then he gets the body more or less arranged in the anatomical position and takes the photographs he needs to take and gets the hell out of the way.
The external examination was relatively short, since her insides were mostly mixed in with the outsides, and despite the fact that her spine is broken, that isn't what killed her. The trauma sustained by the woman's pelvis killed her before the compactor had done too much else. Her skull is mostly intact.
Her lungs and heart were otherwise healthy. Her liver appeared to be healthy before it got smooshed. So did her spleen. Luis is responsible for examining the contents of her stomach. The task of measuring her intestines, which are all over the damn place, falls to Andrés. Who does so without hesitation. At least the small intestine is still connected to the stomach and there's only minor rectal prolapse. It's just that they aren't nicely folded in the abdominal cavity anymore. Rude.
Look. I have school. And RP. And all my other time is taken up by sheer, unreasoning panic. I don't have time for Reddit.
-- ixphaelaeon
-- ixphaelaeon