Science 101- [Dream 01]
Warning: Dead body
Effects: Feeling a little cold, uneasy and even naueous.
'I-I don't know if I can.' '
A young Ema Skye stood in a room with her fingers holding onto the sleeves of her lab coat. It was rather cold in this room, yet it was very clean. There was a tray of instruments laying on a nearby high metal table next to a long table where a white sheet was covering what appeared to be a human figure.
'Ms.Skye if you're going to be a forensic analyst you're going to have to get use to seeing things like this, especially at a crime scene. You might even have to work around one. ' There was a man there dressed in his own lab coat and wearing a pair of latex gloves. He pushed his glasses up along his nose and reached over grabbing the sheet, while he looked over at her.
'Ready this time?'
Ema wanted to shake her head. No, she wasn't ready to see it, though she had been putting this off again and again. She gently bit her lip inwardly for a moment taking in a deep breath and giving a solid nod of her head. The only dead body she had seen was when that incident happened. With the confirmation from her, the sheet was drawn back to fold back just to the waist of the body. It was a woman. There was a silent peaceful expression on her face, as if she was sleeping. Yet, Ema knew she wasn't. Especially with how pale her skin was and the lack of movement coming from her chest. There were abrasions along her neck and something that looked to be a stab wound in her abdomen. Poor woman. Who would do something like that to her?
'Now then, if you would give me a analyst of the body by looking.' He put his hands behind his back awaiting for her response.
'R-right, um..." She swallowed softly, holding her chin with her index and thumb finger while she looked at the body. 'There looks like there's bruising on the neck like she's been s-strangled and the wound....the wound...' Ema flinched a bit looking at it. It stood out so much and blood had dried staining the skin. There was somewhat of stench coming from the body or was it the wound? Either way it passed through her nostrils and made her already uneasy stomach queezy. She suddenly felt her throat tightening, which made a hand go up immediately to her mouth. Turning around she ran to the nearest trash can that was against the wall and threw up in it. It was too much.
The man sighed slightly and waved a hand, 'That's a natural reaction, but we'll try again later once you sat down for awhile and drunk some water.'
[The feed ends and Ema sits up from a bench she was sitting on. She didn't even realize she had dozed off. A hand moved her stomach as she felt a little nauseous all of a sudden. Maybe she's been eating way too many of those snackoo's lately.]
Effects: Feeling a little cold, uneasy and even naueous.
'I-I don't know if I can.' '
A young Ema Skye stood in a room with her fingers holding onto the sleeves of her lab coat. It was rather cold in this room, yet it was very clean. There was a tray of instruments laying on a nearby high metal table next to a long table where a white sheet was covering what appeared to be a human figure.
'Ms.Skye if you're going to be a forensic analyst you're going to have to get use to seeing things like this, especially at a crime scene. You might even have to work around one. ' There was a man there dressed in his own lab coat and wearing a pair of latex gloves. He pushed his glasses up along his nose and reached over grabbing the sheet, while he looked over at her.
'Ready this time?'
Ema wanted to shake her head. No, she wasn't ready to see it, though she had been putting this off again and again. She gently bit her lip inwardly for a moment taking in a deep breath and giving a solid nod of her head. The only dead body she had seen was when that incident happened. With the confirmation from her, the sheet was drawn back to fold back just to the waist of the body. It was a woman. There was a silent peaceful expression on her face, as if she was sleeping. Yet, Ema knew she wasn't. Especially with how pale her skin was and the lack of movement coming from her chest. There were abrasions along her neck and something that looked to be a stab wound in her abdomen. Poor woman. Who would do something like that to her?
'Now then, if you would give me a analyst of the body by looking.' He put his hands behind his back awaiting for her response.
'R-right, um..." She swallowed softly, holding her chin with her index and thumb finger while she looked at the body. 'There looks like there's bruising on the neck like she's been s-strangled and the wound....the wound...' Ema flinched a bit looking at it. It stood out so much and blood had dried staining the skin. There was somewhat of stench coming from the body or was it the wound? Either way it passed through her nostrils and made her already uneasy stomach queezy. She suddenly felt her throat tightening, which made a hand go up immediately to her mouth. Turning around she ran to the nearest trash can that was against the wall and threw up in it. It was too much.
The man sighed slightly and waved a hand, 'That's a natural reaction, but we'll try again later once you sat down for awhile and drunk some water.'
[The feed ends and Ema sits up from a bench she was sitting on. She didn't even realize she had dozed off. A hand moved her stomach as she felt a little nauseous all of a sudden. Maybe she's been eating way too many of those snackoo's lately.]