Elias looked around the infirmary and quietly admired how clean it had become after he hired Catalinna. Every morning, freshly brewed tea would be waiting for him, and the doctor never had gone hungry, for there always was a meal ready to grab, even if sometimes it had gone cold by the time he got around to eating it
The man nodded to himself and turned to make way into the barber room, where the fresh corpse waited.
He pulled his mask down and looked the old man over. It wasn't clear to the doctor why the ambulation had gone so terribly wrong, but now he had time to try and figure it out.
The man's yells and pleas to the doctor still sat fresh within Elias' mind as he cut the chest cavity open to remove what lay underneath; to study it and have a glimpse into what might have happened. Why the blood had been so thin.
Elias tried to recall what the man had told him, the name, the plans he had for the day and the last words and wishes he had spoken of upon realizing he wouldn't be leaving the infirmary alive.
The doctor's brows furrowed underneath the hot mask, eyes focused on the task at hand as he carefully cut away and removed each of the aged organs. Collecting them and preserving for the time being- to study later.
Elias remembered the man mentioning his granddaughter and something about flowers in a field. He couldn't recall where this field was, what flowers the old man was referring to or even when the two were going to find them. Was it even important to remember?
The doctor thought on this. How important was it to remember all that he was told? Did he have to recall every dying Man's wish? Elias shook his head, uncertain of the answer. All he knew was that the dead do not care if their words were remembered or not.
