Another boring car ride.. Tom thought, slumping back in his seat. He was quite bored of the same damn routine. Taking a ride to the hospital to touch a dead person. Bring them back to hear how they were slaughtered and traumatized. Then to just touch them and they're dead again. It was a saddening sight for Tom. It was part of the job; it was part of his gift everyone seem to say he was blessed with. Tom finds it an annoying pain in the ass.
"You know, you don't have to look so gloom." Tom's thoughts came to an closure. Tom glanced to his side to the detective. Same pointed horn-shaped Norwegian in his stupid detective uniform. "I was told this case may interest you."
Tom didn't reply, which gave Tord the notion to go on with what he was saying. "It regards a certain.. comrade. What was the name of the ginger fellow we went to school with? Matthew.." He took a moment to think before continuing. "I don't recall the last name. Well, I'm sure I can check the files once we get to the hospital!" Tord spoke chipper.
Tom didn't know any Matthew.. it took him a moment to realize. Oh. The memory of the young man came to mind, Tom shook his head. Trying to deny the fact that he's dead. "His name was Matthew Hemmings." His voice came out quieter then he intended it to.
He knew Matt from high school. Every detail of the man was still clear in Tom's memory; just as if Tom was staring at him right now. Matt was tall, his chin square shaped. He had an abundance of freckles that scattered on his cheeks and shoulders just as constellations would be scattered across the night sky. He was like a ball of sunshine, with a pure smile and bright aqua eyes. Ginger hair, which was bright as daylight. He had a nice slim figure. It was no wonder why the girls and guys stared; he was beautiful, not only in Tom's eyes but everyone else's. Tom always denied feelings for him. He always thought he was always too busy with others to date Tom. Besides, he ended up moving elsewhere Sophomore year. He hasn't spoken to Matt since then.
"Ahh yes, that was it. You know the man died in his ow--.." Tom wasn't paying attention anymore, his thoughts drifted elsewhere tuning out what Tord had to say. He didn't care, he rarely cared on what the Norwegian was about to say. He didn't get along with the Norwegian in high school, even now the tension still remains. Now that they're business partners, he tolerated him. That didn't mean he had to listen to him, but Tord did give him half his paycheck. Enough to keep his bar open and pay for the beverages. Tord's an annoyance, but he has cash.
Thoughts seem to cloud his sense of time as it passed but soon they arrived at the hospital building. It only came to apparent to him that they arrived when the car came to an abrupt stop.
Tom got out and shut his door. It took time for his eyes to adjust to the bright sun, it was the middle of the day. Bright as hell itself.
He glanced a look ahead, before them stood a crystal white building. Windows aligned indicating each floor. He was pretty sure they spent more money on the building and keeping it clean then actually taking care of the patients.
He quit letting his thoughts drift when hearing the door shut on Tord's side. "You know the drill." Tom doesn't need to be reminded. This is no different case to be solved. They start from the parking lot, then to the building itself. A woman greets them to the counter as usual. She was young. A bright smile as she greets the two.
"Please state your name and who you are here to visit." He's heard these words too many times to count.
"Detective Tord Lien, and Thomas Rosewood." He paused and showed her his ID. Tom caught Tord glancing at him beckoning him to do the same. He reached into his back pocket to fetch his ID and handed it to the clerk. "We are here to look over the body of Matthew Hemmings. I was told he would be in the morgue." He slides his files to the woman. Neatly inside a yellow packet.
