Lost In Morgue Land - Still Here (Part 4)

Previously on Lost In Morgue Land
Part I: Welcome
Part II: Death Is Hard
Part III: Crack

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More than a week has passed since John found himself inside a cold freezer of a morgue, after having been stabbed and dumped in an alley. Days go by, corpses too. Unidentified people meet with their families, sad stories finally see their last chapter written with a funeral service, souls come to their Rest In Peace place, but John... John is still on RIF (Rest In Freeze) mode.

I must have been here for at least ten days. I was at the Bordeaux on a Saturday night, this means I came here on Sunday. Yesterday I heard someone say that I still have another week, before my twenty-day free stay ends. Then they're gonna have to either gift me to some medical school or bury me in the hospital cemetery. I don't know what sounds more fun, see the faces of medical students passing out at the sight of my guts and save some more time out here? Or be put in another box and covered with a ton of dirt? 

Voices and footsteps approaching.

- Bodies from D3 and E4.

- Only those two?

- Yes, they are the only ones to match that woman's description.

Woman? Could it be Lucy? Did she finally noticed I was missing longer than I used to? Is it possible she had the police searching all those days and she is now here, the last and most hated resort, hoping she would never find me in a place like that?

Ah! Sweet, simple minded Lucy! Let it please be you!

John's door opens, he is transferred in another room, put on a table and covered with a sheet right next to another corpse.

Hey, neighbor! Sunny day today, isn't it?

Silence.

Not in the mood for some chit chat, huh? Come on, we live next freezer, we should at least introduce ourselves. I'm John.

Silence.

Oh well! Maybe I stumbled on a mute guy... or someone who is really really rude... or not in the mood to talk to anyone because he died and holds a grudge on the world!

Two other people enter the room, a man and a woman.

- We have two men that match your description, Miss. I can always show them to you once you're ready or I can just step back and let you do it. Just remember, there is no rush here.

The woman takes a deep breath, gulps and with a trembling voice she says:

- Can you please lift the first cover?

John's face is lit with a big white lamp that's hanging right above him. His face is pale, his eyes closed, his black beard, with those sparse grey hair, had just started to grow out of his lifeless skin, but it was his meeting with Mr Death that never let it grow any longer. 

He saw her above him, in her mid-thirties, brunette with green eyes, full lips and white skin. She looked definitely miserable, an emotional wreck. The woman looked at him. Her eyes were blank. It was a relief for a fragment of a second that turned into even greater anxiety for her next encounter.

- Not him, she nodded in a negative way.

The man covered John's face and stepped towards the next table.

Pfff! Not Lucy! Not even my secretary, who claimed she'd die if anything bad ever happened to me. She was either lying that night in that jacuzzi to get another pay-rise or she is already dead, as her words were heard up in Heavens and her fate became bound to mine. Let's see if it's this guy's lucky day at least...

- Would you like to wait for a while?

- No, just do it now please. 

The man uncovers the other corpse and John hears a loud thump.

- Miss! Miss, are you ok?

I guess she got her million-bucks prize behind Curtain No2! 

The man tries to help the woman come round. Once conscious, she asks for a few moments alone before leaving that room. The man respects her request and gets out. With slow moves she approaches the table with the dead man lying on and bursts:

- How am I supposed to get our Happily Ever After now? Huh? You never broke your promises, why did you have to do it this time? And like that? I have a wedding gown hanging in my closet at the moment... Your tux is hanging right next to it, you know... And who the hell is coming with me on that honeymoon trip next month? 

She weeps.

I hate to say that if Destiny wanted him just to get away from marriage, it could have been more imaginative in his case. I wonder what Lucy will feel once she discovers what happened to me. Will she still cry like this woman here? Will she be devastated? Or relieved she just got herself free of a cynical womanizer like myself? 

I mean, she knows I cheat on her, she knows that these business trips are rarely just for business and she acts like everything is ok. I don't even have to make a plausible excuse up. She will say "ok" no matter what. It was me who benefited the most of our marriage, it was her father who owned the company I worked for and up until recently I ran. It was her family's money that paid for my trips and chicks. It was thanks to her that I got to live that life.

After five whole years of our lukewarm marriage she never even threatened to divorce me. It's not like she is too old to find another man. A thirty-five-year-old woman is still an eye-catcher these days. Maybe she's not naive or afraid. Maybe she loves me the way I am. Maybe I make her happy that way and doesn't want me to change. If she did, she would have done something, right?

She should have done something.

- Never trust a woman, man. Never.

A man's voice from the next table said as the woman in the room kept crying.

To be continued...

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*Original story by @ruth-girl - Steemit, 2018  

In this episode John sees what it's like to lose a loved one. He suddenly feels bad for his wife, a benevolent woman who has put up with his infidelity for as long as they had been together. He is questioning her behavior, what has made her be so tolerant with him, was it love? Could anyone truly love him despite his obnoxious character? Was she the only person who truly loved him, but he never cared about her feelings?

Never trust a woman...

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