Working in mortuary science and osteopathic medicine wasn’t the most glamorous job. But being able to give mourning families closure on the death of a loved one made the work a whole lot easier. Well, despite the haunting nightmare’s and the constant emotional toll that it took.

You’d been called into work for a night shift, given that your coworker had apparently called in sick last minute. It was only supposed to be a quick check-in. Do a couple autopsy’s, clean the place up, and close the building for the night. It sounded easy enough. Plus, it’d be a few extra dollars in your pocket.

Putting on your protective gear, you slowly wheeled one of the bagged bodies underneath the surgical light. There wasn’t much information on the person inside. The file simply stated that the man had died of a sudden heart attack with no previous medical conditions. The family had just requested for an autopsy in case there was any other reasoning of complications, considering the unexpected circumstances.

You unzipped the white bag, the material crinkling beneath your gloves fingertips as you did so. First, you’d have to check for any huffed external injuries before you got the gruesome internal investigation.

However, as you poked and prodded at the stiff skin, the feeling of a hand wrapping around your forearm stunned you into shock, your heart skipping multiple beats at once. Immediately, you turned your head, only to find that the victims eyes were beginning to flutter, his nose crinkling under the bright light above.

He was awake.