Snapped In The City of Love

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Darcy stood over the dead German's body with the large overhead lamp casting her shadow over his chest. Her raven colored hair was tied back in a scruffy small ponytail with her messily cut bangs hanging in her steel colored eyes. Her hands were covered in pale blue latex gloves and her legs were brushed with the polyester black scrubs she was forced to wear.

"Hey, Darcy." Ann skates over in her black and purple strapped inline skates. Her scrubs were rolled up to her knees, flashing the metal of her prosthetic leg in the light. "I think I know why Gil's eyes were red, since you know they were bright blue like Lud before." Anneta picked a cream colored paper up from the printer as it shot up, her toes leaned forward on the clean tile. Her lavender contact colored eyes skimmed the sheet quickly, her nodding head of black and purple hair confirming what she had found.

"Huh? How?" Darcy looks over to Ann, cocking a thin, dark brow into her black bangs. She tilted a hip against the table, crossing her arms over her chest at the same moment. "I always thought it was just Albinism."

"Nope, he bleached his hair. It was retinal cancer. " Ann replies, moving over to her fellow ME after letting off her toe breaks. She passed Darcy the results, turning to take a look at Gil's eyes herself. She drew a scalpel from a pocket on her scrubs, cutting at the eyelid muscles silently with intense focus.

"A'ight." She replies with total nonchalance, blowing her bangs out of her face. She captured the wood product between her fingers, hopping up on a sterling silver embalming table. Her steely gaze took hold of the page, eating up every word.

"So...That's why he had Ludwig's dog with him all the time." She murmurs in her monotone voice, finishing her reading before glancing at Ann. "Was Gilbert getting any treatment, or not?" She enquires, looking at the female hunched over Gilbert's body. The paper white girl had her tongue stuck out as she worked. Ann looks up, giving a small shrug and wandering through her mind for an answer.

"Not that I know of, Darcy." She says. "I would assume so, though. His condition was quite serious." She nibbled at her lower lips.

"I can check with his primary care doctor." Darcy murmurs, only loud enough to where the working Medical Examiner could hear. "I'll go ask Ludwig who it was. See if we can get any records for if he was being treated or not." She suggests, turning towards the computer and hopping off the hard table. Her butt was sat in the felt chair by the laptop she had.

"What about the HIPAA laws?" Ann questions, suddenly remembering all the firewalls they would have to get through in order to retrieve such files.

"Shit..." The shorter female growls, swinging around to face the other taller one. "Subpoena?" Darcy asks. "Maybe Arthur can get us one. I mean we're only Coroners after all."

"I'll look into that. I can get Artie the information he'll need and then some." Anneta shook her head, dialing Arthur. "The judge better be in a good mood."

"I hope to whatever deity is out there, that we can get that subpoena." Darcy thinks aloud, her eyes narrow like cat eyes. The irises flicked back to the paper work clustering around the desk and she began to sort through it.

No longer than thirty minutes later, Anneta had gotten Arthur on the phone. She was slicing open Gil's eyeball when he finally did pick up, so she was forced to press the phone between her shoulder and ear.

"Hello?" Arthur answered, his accent coming out unintentionally thick. In the background she could hear Alfred saying something, but couldn't quite make it out.

"We need a subpoena." Anneta stated, cutting to the chase. She heard the shifting of sheets and a whine while Arthur fetched his laptop.

"Alright. I'm ready. Let me have it."