Pathology Page #5

This... this is it.

Uh oh, who's that?

That's you. That's me. That's me.

Me. You. Me. You. Me. You're me.

You're f***ing killer.

You're f***ing enemy.

Huh?

You f***ing, f***ing golden boy.

Playing ramsey with your

f***ing eye-pleat c*nt!

She doesn't know you!

I know you.

What about the game?

What about it?

Is that why you called me here?

C'mon, let's play.

This woman here...

By the bubbles in her mouth,

I could see the subdued dire blood lost.

She died of suffocation.

Precisely.

She choked on her own blood.

So you pocked this one bloodygade in the

temple with that pipe right there?

- A near fatal aneurism?

- What?

Of course you need to crack her head open

to know with mathematical certainty.

Ermm, waddaya mean near fatal?

You disemboweled...

Probably while she's still alive.

There's blood on her right hand and

her wrist is broken.

So I guess I know who stabbed you,

probably while gutting.

Bravo!

I failed to see the genius here.

You failed to see?

You failed to see?

Buzzkill.

Let's go to the incinerator.

Hey!

What the f*** are you doing here?

'Coz I missed you.

Do you know where I just was?

With Jake in the dungeon.

He went ape-sh*t and thrill

killed three women.

I'm done with Jake.

I think you should leave.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Your fiance was really beautiful.

You must be very happy.

This is taken directly from

the center of the seminiferus tubulus.

The mature sperm is showing

definite signs

of structural abnormalities.

Dr. Gallo?

You have a moment?

Certainly Dr. Gray.

Excuse me.

I'm done. I'm out.

The words you're saying right now

are very dangerous.

You should probably be more careful.

- Nobody gets out.

- Don't be so f***ing dramatic, ok?

It's not like I can

say anything to anybody.

I'm up to my eyeballs in this sh*t.

Yes you are, Ted.

- I've got my fiance.

- Oh yeah, your fiance. That's right. Gwen?

Hey, maybe she should come down some night.

Hey, how about you don't mention her name again.

I'm sorry. It's just...

You took me off guard last night.

- Yeah, that was some crazy sh*t huh?

- Yeah.

You good then?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

- Good.

Hey, ermm, we have a meeting tomorrow night.

- Tomorrow?

- Yeah.

That's right. You busy?

Good 'coz you won't wanna miss this one.

So I need to take off for a few hours flat.

I know but

I have to.

- You don't have to.

- It'll be the last time, ok? I promise.

- I believe you.

- You want one of these?

Here you are.

Whoa, we're contiguously short this evening.

She's with him.

No.

I don't think so.

I think it's time we get

rid of that cocksucker.

- I concur.

- And her.

Yeah. F*** yes, and her.

Well, if we're all in agreement,

let the lamp affix its beam.

- What the f***.

- What the f***?

Alright, let's do this.

Doctors, let's have a look inside.

Oh I get it.

- What happened?

- Oh my God, you haven't heard?

Heard what?

There was a fire here last night,

on the lower level.

Some of our residents were killed.

Who?

Juliette Bath and Griffin Cavenaugh

and there's two bodies yet to be identified.

Wait, you said two bodies?

Unidentified.

- Plus Julieth Bath. Plus Griffin Cavenaugh.

- Right. That's right.

Then there were four.

Correct. Four.

- Look, I know that you're upset.

- Excuse me. I'm just gonna step outside.

F***!

Hi, you remember me from the party?

- It's Jake Gallo, isn't it?

- Yeah.

Um, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

- Ted already left.

- I know.

I just spoke to Inspector Vincent

from the homicide division.

He finds Jake Gallo's absence

to be quite suspicious.

He also asked me if there was anyone who

might be able to offer any insight or clues

as to why one of my top doctors

would have committed such an atrocity.

I could think of no one.

Can you think of anyone doctor?

Several names come to mind

but since they're all individuals

who were killed in the fire

I suspect that questioning them

would prove fruitless.

Concerning Gwendolyn.

I can't tell you how devastated I was

when I got the news,

compounding what is already a tragedy

for the hospital.

- I know that you loved her a great deal and I'm truly sorry.

- Thank you.

As for the cause of her death, I haven't been able

to come up with a firm conclusion.

Based on my initial examination,

a full autopsy is gonna be necessary.

I'm doing it.

Excuse me?

I don't want anyone else to touch her but me.

- You would have to get the parents' permission.

- I've already spoken to the Williamsons.

They gave me their full blessing.

- I vehemently disapprove.

- Dr. Morris.

I urge you not to stand in the way of

the parents' wishes and my own.

Alright then. She's yours.

- Dr. Gray, good night.

- Good night, David. Rajeeve.

Well?

Well?

I read something wildly amusing today.

Thought I'd share.

Patient Name:
Gwendolyn Marie Williamson.

Age 28, eyes brown, blah blah blah blah blah.

Ahh haha!

Conducting pathologist determines

cause of the death to be due to

an arrhythmia of the heart!

A direct consequence of

mitral valve prolapse?

- That's great sh*t huh?

- That's right. What the f*** do you care?

Because...

I have composed a poem sublime and you are my critic,

you are my only critic, Teddy.

And have you read carefully

your review of my work,

my conclusion is that it sucks!

- Maybe it's just your clothes.

You know that this one was well above average.

This one was f***ing meticulous.

Oh sh*t...

She never really knew you, did she?

- My fiance?

- Yeah, her.

Just the good side.

No, I didn't think so.

And there you were... oh boy!

Good little soldier

ready to march down the aisle.

F*** man. F***.

I did you a f***ing favor huh?

You owe me.

By the way

Props to you for killing everyone.

Oh yeah, sorry about that.

No, no, no, no, my bad.

I should've seen it coming.

It's in the past.

The important thing is, Teddy

That in the end... in the end

I won!

How so?

Because I did one that you couldn't figure out.

I win!

You like that?

I don't think so.

I think so.

Mitral valve prolapse bullshit!

It's what I told the parents

so that they won't freak out.

Aha?

- I actually do have a theory.

- You have a theory?

Alright. Impress me.

Gwen made a fatal mistake

trying to get back on you and when she did,

you covered her mouth with any of your soaked cloth.

You were careful not to

let her lose consciousness though.

After that

you injected the potassium into the

basilica vein under her armpit

to help preserve the body

before dripping nitroglycerin

on her tongue.

And then, you slowly let her fade

into the after life.

She took approximately 7 minutes,

about the same amount of time it takes

for an average person to fall asleep.

She could hear everything

that you said to her.

The last thing she saw on this earth

was your delightful face.

Time?

Six minutes, thirty seconds.

Dr. Stravinsky?

Let's have a look inside.

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