11-13-2017, 12:46 PM
Andrés does not watch the news. Any time anything he needs to react to happens, his phone rings. Everything else he could give a shit less about.
That said: he isn't listening to the news too closely, until he hears the name of the decedent. Judy Nguyen. He looks up from what he is doing, his eyes drifting into his periphery as other details come to him: her age, her profession, the state of her body.
What the fuck? he mouths without adding breath to the inquiry.
Luis doesn't seem to be paying attention to the radio. That's because he's paying attention to what he's doing. Fucking Luis...
At that point, his gloved hand encounters something that shouldn't be there. He frowns, gives it a proper palpating, and tells the audio recorder, "I've encountered a foreign body in the, ah, jejunum… going to see if I can visualize--"
What. The. Fuck.
His reflex is to ask who let her in here. Since he wasn't born yesterday, he draws two quick conclusions: either she has authorization to be in here and he somehow didn't hear her come in, or she isn't actually here.
"Oh que mierda?"
"What?" Luis asks, a note of alarm in his voice because the prosecution doesn't typically like it when the ME swears in autopsy audio and also he doesn't like it because it means something is really wrong.
"Nothing," Andrés says. "Just… hand me my scalpel, would you?"
That said: he isn't listening to the news too closely, until he hears the name of the decedent. Judy Nguyen. He looks up from what he is doing, his eyes drifting into his periphery as other details come to him: her age, her profession, the state of her body.
What the fuck? he mouths without adding breath to the inquiry.
Luis doesn't seem to be paying attention to the radio. That's because he's paying attention to what he's doing. Fucking Luis...
At that point, his gloved hand encounters something that shouldn't be there. He frowns, gives it a proper palpating, and tells the audio recorder, "I've encountered a foreign body in the, ah, jejunum… going to see if I can visualize--"
What. The. Fuck.
His reflex is to ask who let her in here. Since he wasn't born yesterday, he draws two quick conclusions: either she has authorization to be in here and he somehow didn't hear her come in, or she isn't actually here.
"Oh que mierda?"
"What?" Luis asks, a note of alarm in his voice because the prosecution doesn't typically like it when the ME swears in autopsy audio and also he doesn't like it because it means something is really wrong.
"Nothing," Andrés says. "Just… hand me my scalpel, would you?"
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