Billy Hindle
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
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The chair swivels and eyes barely register my presence before a clipboard is thrust into my hands.
I don't look at it, not yet.
Time to continue onwards.
Squeak, squeak across the floor.
I quicken my pace to avoid a sliding trolley.
Its occupant, an elderly liver-spotted man, grimaces in pain.
Bubbling red burns curl up his limbs, practically spelling out the hiss of flames.
I drag my eyes away.
Onwards.
Head down, eyes forward, one foot after another.
I reach the elevator.
A doctor rushes out, a resident scrambling to follow suit.
I step past them and inside to tap the button marked B. The metal cage shudders, then trundles downwards at a shaky pace.
You can do this.
It is only once I push through the final heavy door and into the cold steel coffin of the morgue that I breathe.
A deep, shuddering breath that reminds me all too much of the storm upstairs.
I take the liberty of another.
Then, gloves on, face shield up, I get to work.
You can do this.
The first body.