Rendezvous II
Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 3
Hairy
“Eep?” I said. I glanced around, “If I didn’t know better ... I’d say this is a morgue” I looked closer ... Hey ... my eyes are better. “That diploma.” I pointed at the framed parchment over the desk, “Does it say ... Forensic Medicine? Never mind.” I swung my legs over the side of the very cold wheeled stainless tray. I shuffled the black bag off my legs and over my feet. I jumped off ... kinda unsteady ... but stayed up. I stumbled over to the desk. I read it out loud. “American College of Forensic Medicine Examiners Institute. Herein make it known that Joshua Bartos MD has successfully completed the requirements for classification as a Forensic Consultant (Morgue). Buncha signatures of people I never heard of and an official seal.” I turned to the two guys, “The morgue? Really? No joke? I’m dead?” I pinched myself. “I don’t feel dead.” I suddenly realized that I said all that in a mix of Sioux and English ... I had spent nearly fifty years as a Sioux and my English was pretty damn rusty.
To the untrained ear ... Sioux sounds like gravel in a tin can ... so did my English.
But ... just about then ... my bowels ... still convinced I was dead ... completed the job they had started in Emergency ... EEW!
The body attempts to protect itself from outside defilement after death by evacuating the contents of the bowels and stomach. This act must be instinctive because vertebrates, invertebrates, fowl and fin all do it. The smell is supposed to drive defilers away.
The pair of hospital staff moved across the room ... and it’s a pretty big room.
“Well ... shit!” I said. “I don’t suppose you have a shower?”
The morgue tech said, “Sorta. Strip outta that gown and we’ll spray you down.”
The transporter said, “Not me.” He reassembled his green gurney and footed it out the door. Going out doesn’t need a buzzer. The gurney he left in the hall.
Meanwhile, the tech was assembling his shower head hose.
“Grab the sheet and take off that gown. They go in the bag marked BURN. I’ll spray ... you turn.”
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