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PART TWO — TEAM PUSSY GALORE

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Chapter Eleven | DID I TELL YOU I WANTED A DATE?

I didn't want to touch it.

I couldn't.

It. Was. A. Dead. Body.

"It's only a dead body."

I almost lost my balance and fell onto the old, dead man laid out on the table before me. Apparently, I had been speaking out aloud to myself, and in my defence that was because I was alone in the post-mortem locker room and the hospital mortuary was void of anyone else. The only person who could have possibly heard me mutter disgustedly to myself, was in fact very much dead.

I shuddered, but held my chin up high, registering the fact that I was a Nurse now, at the Amore Dale Hospital. Someone had put a good word in for me a month or so ago, and since then, I had been working shifts day and night, doing as much as I could to help the wounded, the sick, the drugged up and now the dead too.

When I'd received my job offer, I'd received gifts, many gifts, one that even included a brand new phone when my birthday came around. I considered throwing it out of the window and watching the glass screen smash, but decided that I needed it.

I did have some idea where my extravagent gifts came from, but didn't have the energy or capacity to question it.

Mind you, I had a lot of work left to do to be at the position I wanted to be at, I was more of an intern Nurse, though higher up on the ladder above the college students, my main aim was to become a Physician eventually, if I could.

During the application and interview process, I was told many things, but this, this wasn't mentioned. I shuddered at the responsibilities I had been plagued with since the beginning and didn't necessarily want to be doing, but I was stuck doing them regardless. It didn't matter that it was painful and made me cry when I went home. I would always keep my head held high and do what was required of me.

Who would have thought, I, Adeline Cooper: former quitter of every job I've worked, Netflix addict, kitty lover, best friend of a stripper, accomplice to lady-boner-giving CIA Agent — would have landed a prestigious, rewarding job at the States finest Hospital —only to get pressured into cleansing an old, dead man for Morgue transfer?

Well, I certainly hadn't.

This particular expired patient had no control of his bodily fluids, before and after his death.

His nose, mouth, ears and anus for example, were oozing with blood — so thorough, vigorous cleaning was important right now, to preserve the integrity of the patient's body.