Molly was used to blood, and gore, and dead bodies. She was a pathologist, things like that didn't bother her. But the memory kept playing over and over again. The way his blood dripped down her skin and clothes. She couldn't sleep at all. She hasn't slept at all either. She didn't want to close her eyes, she saw his face, heard his words.
Molly set the cup down in front of her. She was currently in her lab, staring at papers in front of her. "Fuck" She pushed herself away from her desk and held her hand. Having no sleep for two days was catching up with her. She walked over to the dead body and began to examine it. She hoped work would calm her down, but every sound she heard, made her jumpy and ready to run.