You can't escape death, it runs in your blood

TAG: @Ash <3 
TIME: Monday the 19th of April, 10.12 AM
WEATHER: Sunny with a light breeze, 13°C
PLACE: The hospital in Aston, at the one of the halls with offices and staffrooms.
SURROUNDINGS: Staff moving around once in a while someone from the cleaning staff comes by to do their job.
ATTIRE: Black and white gingham high-rise skinny pants, black three quarter sleeve blouse, black flats with pointed toes link, white lap coat, messy bun link and some mascara.
OTHER: Uses her ability to manipulate her skin and eye color, to look like a living person. She's still pale but has a golden tint to her skin and her eyes are greenish-brown.


It wasn't that often that the medical examiner walked around out of the office or the lab that laid next to the mortuary and autopsy room. She tended to keep to herself for the most part, not out of shyness towards humans but because she most often forgot the time, either occupied by another dead body or filling out the files of the autopsy for either the police department or one of the attorneys defending the different sides of the cases.

But this day she moved down the long hall, with staffroom on one side and a few offices on the other, each one granted to the various chief physicians working in at the hospital. Eyes glued to the folder in her hand, where she flipped some of the papers, checking if she indeed had overlooked the missing papers, only to be sure some files were indeed missing. Closing the folder she raised her head, looked to the side at one of the nametags beside one of the doors she passed. Looking for the sign that read Doctor Mitchell.
Did his office always lay this far down the hallway? she couldn't help to think for herself, politely smiling at a nurse passing by with a nod. Before finally reaching the door, she proceeded to knock the times before waiting for the door to either open or for his voice to invite her in.

It didn't take long from the second knock, on the hard surface to a barely noticeable voice could be heard through the door, welcoming her into the office. Making Merle grabbing and push down on the door handle, before stepping through the door. With the other arm pressing the brownish patient folder against her chest with the other arm. “Sorry to disturb you, Doctor Michell, but I'm Doctor Flagg, coroner for the police department,” she began, before closing the door behind her and stepping closer to the office table, not taking much offense to him not even looking at her when she entered the room “I believe you had one of my patients on the table three weeks ago. Mrs. Bylow, 45 years old Caucasian female, she was a part of the essential tremor program.” she explained as she laid down the folder in front of him before he finally decided to give her his full attention, lifting his eyes from the papers he had spread put in front of him.
“She was found dead on her kitchen floor last week so I asked to get a full copy of the treatment and surgery.” with crossed arms she leaned in a little closer, with a serious look on her face, looking him dead in the eyes, before detangle one of the arms to reach out and open the folder she had had with her. “Does it look like I've received them? I need them to so I can do my job to rule if there is any evidence of foul play. I've asked multiple times for her papers and quite frankly I'm being to lose patience with your staff... So please tell me, why it's så damn hard to get the stuff that I need to do my job before I'm going to lose my shit.” she asked with a little stiff smile as she stood back up, with a raised brow. It wasn't him she was irritated at, but she couldn't help to let the annoyance slip. Realizing it she waved a hand in front of her with a soundless sigh “My apologies, it wasn't my intention to lash out at you.”.

He had to be kidding her, had she really just heard him snorted when she presented herself as a doctor? Head surgeon on the trauma and neuro department or not, who was he to even flinch a brow at another doctor? The disbelieve showed on her face, but only for a brief moment before it was gone with a blink of an eye. Not that she wasn't less tempted to reach across the table and gouge both eyeballs out of his skull, when he continued to give her some attitude, rolling his eyes knowing she would see it. Making Merle bitting hard down at the tip of the tongue before she would say something she would either regret or couldn't talk her way out of.
“Now you're just trying to put words in my mouth, Doctor. I never claimed you didn't do your job well enough, and that it caused Mrs. Bylow to drop dead. All I'm saying is that I can't do my job because of your staff, clearly find it hard to follow some simple instructions, leading me to be forced to take up some of your precious time.” dickhead she added in her mind, as she sat down in the chair opposite to him, as asked of. Not that she wanted to, but judging from the tone of his voice he wouldn't be sad to show her the door empty-handed, and the truth was it would be a bigger struggle to go to the CEO's of the hospital and explaining he or his staff hadn't been cooperative. Mrs. Bylow would be nothing more than a human stew at that point...
“I beg your pardon — I haven't even raised my voice a little once.” she retorted, clearly, a bit offended by his assumption that she would ever be that unprofessional. She couldn't believe the audacity of this guy. Now it was her time to roll her eyes, with the arms crossed over her chest, only to end up staring at him with the mouth slightly open. She hadn't been prepared for that comment and more as an instinct than everything else, she right away denied knowing what he was hinting at “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she asked narrowing her eyes.

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