Fatal Trouble | Y.Jw

| 2.13 |

It was cold. It had never dawned upon Jiyeon that a morgue would be cold. It wasn't that it was freezing, it was just chilly and Jungwon hadn't exactly prepared her for that. He probably expected her to already know, just like everything else he assumed she already knew.

Continuously he traced around the body of the woman they had seen in the warehouse. Jiyeon's eyes returned to her face every once and again.

"She did not just die of the cut," Jungwon murmured to himself repeatedly, "she didn't."

"Then what?" Jiyeon sighed and looked over at him as he hovered above the wound in her neck.

"Something not noted in the report, there has to be something," Jungwon muttered and ran his hand over the bottom of his face.

Jiyeon stood in silence for a while before wandering over and grabbing the icy and white arm. It was almost turning purple by now, but she somehow managed to stay calm. 

Clearing her throat she turned the inner side of the elbow over towards Jungwon. He glanced up at her face first before noticing her right pointer finger tapping the inside of the woman's arm.

"What?" he questioned and looked back up at Jiyeon.

"She's been giving blood," Jiyeon murmured.

"How'd you know?"

"My arm looks like that as well when they want to do blood tests," she excused with a small shrug and placed the arm down carefully again. Jungwon followed the arm and kept his eyes fixated on the small circular puncture with a light purple dot around it, "suppose they took more blood than usually is recommended as well as the cut in the throat. If he hit the big vessel in the neck I suppose blood loss would be a possibility."

"You have to lose forty percent of all blood in the body then, she was still conscious when we saw her," Jungwon pointed out, "and I tried to stop the bleeding..."

"Hm..." Jiyeon murmured and took a step away from the table once again.

She shoved her hands into her pockets and glanced around.

"They could've replaced the blood with something else."

Jungwon glanced up once Jiyeon had spoken to her. Her eyes fixed on a box of medical supplies for autopsies at the corner of the room.

"They could've drugged her," Jungwon murmured and Jiyeon shrugged.

"Or they could've used eggs."

"Eggs?" Jungwon frowned and straightened up.

"Well... uh... you can substitute eggs in baking with blood, they might've reversed it..." Jiyeon murmured, "Something's gone out of the puncture and perhaps something's gone in as well."

"Eggs..."

Quietly Jiyeon glanced over at the wall clock, mentally doing the math before sighing. Looking back at Jungwon, who had straightened up and just stood frowning down at the girl.

"She looks like me," Jiyeon remarked and Jungwon nodded, he had already noticed the freckles, similar nose and almost identical eyes.

"Mhm... kinda," Jungwon shrugged.

"Is he modelling it after me?"

"Probably, yeah. Most definitely."

Uncomfortably she shifted her weight between her feet, not looking up when Jungwon had left the body and wandered over to stand beside her.

"But you had already figured that one out," he pointed out.

"I need to go. I have an appointment in an hour. If I leave now, I can make it," Jiyeon hummed and started buttoning up her coat.

"Appointment?" he frowned and she glanced up at him.

"My life doesn't revolve around solving murder cases with you. You know that, right?" Jiyeon hummed.

"Now I do," he muttered and she only hummed, "if I don't see you for dinner I'm assuming you've been kidnapped or murdered."

"Of course you do," she casually hummed and wandered over to the door, "if you really doubt that I actually have to go, you can just ask Mrs Mae."

Jungwon frowned as he watched her leave, murmuring the same words to himself time and time again. "Eggs". Meanwhile, Jiyeon was quick to leave the morgue and rush out of the hospital. If she was quick she could buy some food for the way.

It was only exactly an hour later she sat in a purple-cushioned chair, feeling like all eyes were on her. They were though. There was only one other person in the room with her anyways. She didn't raise her head or look at the woman, she could just barely see her pointed shoes at the top of her vision field. The silence in the room was deafening.

"How are you doing Jiyeon?" the woman carefully questioned and watched as Jiyeon shifted slightly in the chair and turned her hands around in her lap before starting to pick at the tiniest dead skin cells around her knuckles.

"I still have nightmares..."

"Hm... just the nightmares?"

"I feel like I'm being watched too... probably just paranoia since last time," Jiyeon snorted to herself and turned her head slightly to look out the nearest window, "even when I'm not alone I feel like I'm being watched."

"I see, and there's no chance someone actually is watching you?"

"Why would they? I'm not that interesting. No cars followed me here either," she shrugged and looked over at the woman, "isn't there some medication I can get? Help me sleep better or take away the paranoia?"

The woman sighed heavily as she continued to scribble things down in her notebook. Glancing up at Jiyeon before back down into her notebook.

"You should contact your doctor for prescriptions. I will send a note on the matter for you," the woman nodded calmly.

Jiyeon quietly nodded and glanced out the window again, continuing to feel that she was being watched somewhere, but nothing even moved. The wind didn't even move a leaf.