Be My Bad Boy (BWWM)

CH: 90 Control your feelings

CH: 90 Control your feelings

(Jamison POV)

We headed towards the locker room when we entered the building, knowing the long day ahead. Rosemary, I learned, always took her time with autopsies. I learned from the other autopsies tech that there were other examiners they had worked with before they came to work for Rosemary, who would always rush autopsies. I couldn't imagine seeing an examiner rush with autopsies. I know some autopsies don't take as long as others, but rushing with the ones that should take longer isn't good.

"You ready?" Rosemary said, coming out with her scrubs on. I nodded my head as I finished tying my shoelaces.

"Yeah, I'm ready," I said to her as we exited the locker room and headed towards the morgue. Rosemary had given me a rundown of the cases we got today. I could tell she was concerned about how I would be during the autopsy, but I didn't want her to worry about me. We had a lot going on in general, especially with that prick running around. I wasn't going to add more to that plate. I've already done enough autopsies with Rosemary and the other techs. I will be able to handle today's case.

When we walked into the morgue, the techs there greeted us. They already had the bodies out and ready for the autopsies. My stare moved from one of the techs who was speaking to us to one of the bodies that lay on the autopsy table. My heart dropped, and my body went still. Right on the autopsy table was a girl, most likely around her early 20s, with a hole in her head. I could see pieces of the girl's brain in her hair.

"That's the suicide case," Rosemary said, taking my attention away.

"She's so young." I found myself saying softly.

"Mental health illness knows no age," Rosemary said, heading towards the shelves that had all the items we needed to have on for the autopsy.

I followed behind her and ensured we both got our gloves, hair cap, and gown on.

"Alright, let's start." She said, walking up to the girl's clipboard.

"Addison Spencer, age at death 23 years old, race is white, and no known health issues," Rosemary said, reading the clipboard.

"Are you ready?" Rosemary asked me with a soft expression.

"Yeah," I said, standing on the other side of the autopsy table.

"Okay, let's start with the external autopsy. Let's see if she has any tattoos, distinctive marks, or anything that catches our eyes." Rosemary said, lifting the girl's arm.

"She has tattoos on her arms, " she said to one of the techs standing next to us and writing on the clipboard.

"A flower on the right underarm, a butterfly on her shoulder, and some words that say." Rosemary paused, staring at the letters on the girl's arm. I moved closer to see what she was looking at as well. I stilled as I pushed the emotions away.

"The words say 'never give up, keep fighting.' She has another tattoo that reads 'keep breathing' close to her hand. That is all of the tattoos on this arm. It seems like she used to be a cutter as well; there are scars here on her arm that I am holding." Rosemary said. The tech behind her noted it on the chart.

"Jamison, what about your side?" Rosemary asked me. I moved closer to the other arm.

"She has scars here as well. She does have tattoos on this arm. One of them is, 'You can do this.' There is also another tattoo of what looks like a little girl who is sad and holding a mask with a smiling face." I said, not trying to let any of the emotions I was holding back be revealed. I told Rosemary I could handle this, so I needed to prove to her I could, but it would be a lie to say that this case wasn't sad. I've done a lot of autopsies already with Rosemary. Why was I having a hard time with this one? Why was this one getting to me so much?