Humbled ((Undertaker X Reader))

Act Twenty Four: Lovely

 "I don't understand, there's so many parts here, how do you know which is which?"

"It's just simple practice~" The mortician chuckled, "I gave you the anatomy book, didn't I?"

Of course he did, but that didn't help when it was full of more terms I couldn't remember. My eyes scanned the corpse in front of me, the skin pulled open for autopsy. Didn't she die from smoke inhalation? Why bother examining further?
Noticing my staring, The Undertaker turned back to the body. He reached close, a long nail grazing over one of the exposed organs,

"It's imperative even an intern knows the organs you're helping prepare for a funeral. See here, the lungs," He gestured to the large, grey bags in front of the chest, looking quite unnatural in color, "You know what they do, yes?"

"Obviously!" Did he take me for a fool?! I knew how breathing worked!
It was uncomfortable to look into the organs of a corpse, but as I looked closer, it didn't quite align with the book I had been given. What was that thing?

"That wasn't in the book," I didn't remember the terms, but I recalled the pictures, "What is that?"

"Hm?" The mortician cocked his head as he looked to where I was gesturing. After a moment, his expression lit up, "Ah, the little nobles don't know much after all, do they? Why, you have one of those! Just a simple uterus, only women have them, but I would hope you at least know that bit."

That was the uterus? The thing Nicholas wanted control of so much? It was so... Small. Perhaps only the size of my fist. For reference, I clenched a fist myself to look at the size comparison.

The man chuckled as he noticed my confusion and moved his hand lower to point to it,
"This organ here is quite special. It takes care of itself, and the ovaries- here-" He moved as he explained, "They help create the hormones that do all that unique stuff for you~ Strong bones, mood, puberty too. You won't find it in many research books, I'm afraid. Women aren't as medically researched, but I have a lot of time on my hands to study for myself. It's ever so bothersome to be ignorant about a client."

As interesting as all that was, I couldn't help a scoff as I turned away,
"It can't be that important. Not like a heart anyway. It would be much more convenient if I didn't have it, I'd say."

The mortician paused to consider before finally grinning wide with his glistening sharp teeth,
"Well, you're not wrong. One can remove this little organ and survive, but it's more important than just reproduction. Weak bones are no fun, and those pesky hot flashes. A woman in menopause has some dreary days ahead of her. No ovaries means a weaker heart too, little canary."

Is that so? That was unfortunate, I was suddenly jealous of the dead who had no such worries, and no man who would insist she bear a child.

Where was I? Was I awake? I had been sleeping, but I couldn't recall falling asleep. I tried to pull myself up, but a sharp pain dropped my head back on the pillow.
Crap, what was that?
Ah, of course, I was stabbed. Nichola was really dead, but he made sure to leave an annoying last impression. With a deep inhale, I pulled an arm over my stomach, but felt something tight around myself.
That didn't feel like my dress or even a shirt.
Finally looking down, I took note of the white bandages clamping down around my waist to my hips. No top to be seen, but that was the least of my worries.
My attempted movement causes some light red leaking from below, staining the bandages in its wake. How was I alive?