Chapter 24 : Conversation about the Coroner
Blair’s POV
I lean my head against the back wall and stare at the ceiling. I know my scrubs are covered in some odd, sticky fluid, but I refuse to think about it right now. It was another car accident, but it was with some kind of home-catering truck this time. I don’t know the difference between the stain the sauce, motor oil, and blood are making. And is there cake in my hair?
Gross.
And I like cake!
Everything is staining me in some odd, artificial color or another.
Everything is sticky.
I just want to go home and take a bath and, thankfully, I am able to. Seeing that I am not on the list for pulling a double shift today and, weirder still, I have tomorrow off, I will get a chance to sit back and relax. I don’t know what got into our boss, but this whole health and wellness thing for our mental longevity is really doing wonders.