INT. - SILVER CITY MORGUE - AFTERNOON
Ray alternated between wanting to climb under one of the exam tables and considering punching the old bastard in the face as Dr. Daniel Druit continued to harangue her.
"I'm going to bring you up on discipline charges with the board of physicians." He'd been ranting for over five minutes, spittle sitting like white wave crests in the corners of his mouth, just visible around his white mustache, the bloodshot rims of his pale eyes giving him a corpse-like appearance himself. Ray swallowed bile rising against the vision of his death overlaid as he spoke, the dull yellow of his skin as his liver finally gave out and killed him. "How dare you even open one of my files? Question my work?" He thudded one fist against his chest with a hand that shook so bad
