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[attr="class","drea i”]somehow, she didn’t expect him to relate. not completely, anyway. and maybe that leaves a small fracture in her many, many walls. they might be more alike than she first believed.

”i manage to stay under eighty hours, atleast,” between on call and actual scheduled hours, anyway. she may or may not take majority of her reports home to finish, though. does that count against protocol?

in the end, he does have a point. she releases a small amount of control as she deposits the stomach tissue sample into a new dish.

”what kind of help are we talking about, anyway?”

Rory Faust

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[attr="class","drea i"]she blinks at the concept. and then, a soft snicker escapes.

”maybe i don’t want to go home,” it’s supplied as if that’s obvious, as if she prefers the morgue to her own apartment.

she focuses on shifting from the heart to the stomach, then. the gentle smile makes her almost awkward, hands stilling for a moment before returning to tissues.

”i don’t like leaving things unfinished,” it bothers her, really. besides, if her reports are still immaculate then does it really matter when she goes home?

Rory Faust

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[attr="class","drea i"]”unfortunately,” she murmurs. some simply don’t like what the job includes while others have a plethora of reasons. she, herself, had started out as a surgical resident and made the switch to medical examiner during her first year. it’s a different kind of rewarding than surgery, anyway.

she observes him for a moment while he works. there’s an ease to his movements. practiced, precise, skilled. it brings a small smile to her lips.

while the lungs are in his capable hands, she steps up to the table to begin working on fluid samples. mucus, blood, and eventually stomach contents once the organ is properly weighed. as she goes, she makes little incisions where she sees discoloration, scraping the tissue off and into a dish. and by the time she shifts on to collecting tissue from the heart, he’s asking a question she almost hates.

”permanent help?” her eyes drift up for a moment, observing him, before retreating back to the chest cavity. ”why would i need that?” is she not capable of running the show on her own?

Rory Faust

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[attr="class","drea i"]she says fuck schedule limits now but when she’s falling asleep over reports after two days of barely any sleep, her tune will be different. her work ethic speaks for itself, sure, but she’d rather get everything done herself than rely on others with their penchant for screwing shit up.

”really? most steer clear of autopsy work,” her hands are by the intestines now, slowly running them through her hands to check for any abnormalities. ”it’s not as thrilling or glamorous as surgery. definitely just as rewarding, though.” for her, anyway. others tend to have a different perspective on her work.

while he’s prepping for tissue samples, she finishes her visual exam on the organs. her eyes drift up to meet his as she retracts her hands to change gloves.

”if you’d like, you could start at the lungs,” drea returns with fresh gloves and a couple of vials. fluid and blood samples come after tissues. and then, finally, organ extraction.

Rory Faust

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[attr="class","drea i"]”well-trained or not, dogs aren’t allowed in my morgue.” neither are cats, birds, reptiles. anything that isn’t a body is usually frowned upon, really.

she doesn’t make a move to kick the lycanroc out, however. instead, she mildly huffs and abandons remiel by the door to drift toward the body in question.

”why do you need a particular scent from these lungs?” it’s certainly an odd sort of request. she reaches for the clipboard by the head of the steel table, lifting it up to skim over the report she’d started an hour ago. the body is ready for tissue and organ extraction, at least. ”i have to admit, that’s not something i hear often. or, well, ever.”

Remiel Calcifet

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[attr="class","drea i"]right, he knows the schedule limits… late nights in the morgue are seemingly a thing of the past. she’ll miss the six cups of coffee and leaving after the sun rises for two hours of sleep.

”yes,” she begins, eyes darting up to follow him for a moment before returning to her work. ”but there’s still autopsies that need to be done.”

realistically, they could probably wait until tomorrow but oh well.

he rejoins her in moments and she shifts her hands to make room for his.

”have you done an autopsy before?” they’re necessary, sure, but med school focuses on cadaver work for surgical purposes, not this. she flashes the ghost of a smile in his direction. ”i’m almost done with the visual exam if you’d like to start prepping to take tissue samples.”

hopefully this autopsy takes two hours instead of four like the last one…

Rory Faust

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[attr="class","drea i"]her nose scrunches, eyes drifting up to stare at him once more.

”you want to help..?”

it’s rare enough to find another medical examiner, let alone a regular doctor willing to assist with an autopsy.

”aren’t you done for the day, though?” she doesn’t give a yes or a no. instead, she tilts her head in the direction of gloves and a spare lab coat.

Rory Faust

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[attr="class","drea i"]”did you now?” her hands still for a moment. her head rises to look at him head on, to raise an eyebrow and flash mild teeth. it’s half a smile. and them, bloody gloved hands are resuming the examination.

it could wait, realistically… the corpse is unfortunately not going anywhere.

”i can finish after if you’re busy?” his schedule is packed compared to hers. when she’s not pulling out organs to weigh and examining body tissues, she’s merely finishing reports. besides, this is one of the last bodies of the night. her hands still once more. ”i wouldn’t want to keep you from getting somewhere.”

Rory Faust

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[attr="class","drea i"]she doesn’t hear the door at first. there’s soft rock playing from a bluetooth speaker in the corner, masking the slight creak of the door.

she feels the presence within moments, however.

her eyes drift up for a second to check. his form is familiar, sure, but surprising all the same. it’s not every day he stops all the way down here. she expects he needs something of her. why else would he pop in to see her elbows deep in a body cavity?

”this is a surprise,” she murmurs, lips quirking upward while her attention stays on her work. ”to what do i owe the pleasure?” funny enough, her hands never stop probbing lung tissue.

Rory Faust

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[attr="class","drea i"]he’ll remember. will she hold him to it? absolutely. she’s almost certain he’ll deliver, anyway.

”thank you again,” she extends a hand almost shyly, uncertain of exactly how to treat him. superior, boss, colleague, friend? uncharted territory makes her weary.

and when he slips her his business card, she glances down at it. her attention lingers on the cell number. it brings a slight smile.

”i’ll be sure to call,” is offered as another thought occurs. she reaches into one of the pockets in her lab coat, running a thumb over her own business card before pulling it out and handing it over. ”if you need anything, i’ll be around.” the game of who’s going to call first might just be interesting enough.

Rory Faust

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[attr="class","drea i"]ah, so there might be a next time.

she hides the quirk of her lips by sniffing the candle once more before placing it back on the table.

”anything that hides the morgue smell,” somehow, she manages to deliver it in a mild joking tone. ”floral or spicy, really.” she may or may not have a ton of pumpkin candles at home… he doesn’t need to know that. yet.

Rory Faust

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[attr="class","drea i"]the candle is accepted with a look of mild surprise. her own awkward chuckle escapes a moment after his, left to linger in the air for a moment before burning away.

the candle is nice. she already knows she'll spend most nights down here with it steadily burning in the corner.

"you can take credit for the next one?" if there's a next one, anyway. some small voice in the back of the mind says there just might be.

Rory Faust

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[attr="class","drea i"]"sure," it's flat, unconvinced. his smirk doesn't help his cause. and yet, she doesn't end up prying. instead, she'll take another sip of her coffee and return the cup to the table.

"getting supplies," she says it as if it's common sense. it isn't, but we'll give her a pass.

her head tilts gently to the left. curiosity morphs her features into something a little more pleasant. well, as pleasant as drea oddmund gets.

"what're you doing out here?"

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