~Even more Complicated~

Mission-freaking-possible

"Need to borrow this" his voice thick but cracky like he's dehydrated and he didn't even spare us a glance as he walks back.

I shrug. He looks like Ryan.

I gasp.

"Ryan!" I unknowingly yell.

"What?!." He yells, aggressively, and looks up.

He looks to have aged a decade. The Ryan in the pictures looked handsome and youthful. He's hair has grown a tad bit too and he's sporting a stubble "I was... a little startled"

He rolled his eyes and was about to continue when Sharon stops him."How far have you gone?"

"Past the border of complete madness and stupidity and it's not me, it's you"

"That's no way to talk to me" Sharon bites back.

"Look, I've been cooked up in this place for I don't know how many days, I think I'm turning crazy. I'm doing the dang work, So, pls, do me a favor and shut up!"

"That's what you get when you sneak around, what did you think was gonna happen?"

His mouth opened to say something back but he closed it and walked away into the room he came from.

I didn't bother to comment on their argument, so I finally drag the drawer open revealing a body covered in a tarp.

My palm started to feel sweaty as I raised the clothe up from the body's face, for some reason it's mouth opened and it took a breather.

I screamed.

It groaned. The body groaned!

Ewww

"Is everything ok over there?" Sharon asks.

"Everything's fine" my voice came out shaky.

It's dead.

It's dead.

It's-He's dead.

I took a deep breath and out. This happens a lot with dead bodies in a morgue. It's just passing out gas...right?

I can do this...I can.

I close my eyes and take a slow breath.

It's simple -kinda- autopsy. I'm a surgeon. I can do this.

As I look back down. Our eyes locks.

I can't do this.

I can't tamper with this.

"Are you done?" I hear Sharon ask with approaching footsteps,"I need to examine the-"

I quickly close the drawer back in panic and turn around to see her giving me a confused look.

"Is everything ok with you, Tina?" She places her hands on her hips.

"Uhh... Yeah. Everything is fine. I just need to quickly extract some thinngggss..." I wonder off as I follow her confused gaze to the table of surgical tools I forgot supposed to exist.

"You haven't even touched the equipments" she comments. Her eye shun in belief at the table before going back at me.

"I-I'm just not getting myself today"

She takes a good look at me and it becomes hard for me to keep my cool,"Not getting yourself, huh?" She suddenly looks up and down at me.

"Yeah?"

"Why don't I believe that?"

You tell me?!."You need to relax" I put both my hands on her shoulder."I'll get it done. I'm just having an after effect from the hangover I got this morning"