The Morgue It was time to go now. The patient was in desperate need of repair. I had to go to the morgue. It never fails to be the most miserable type of weather when I make the trip. Cloudy, cold and dreary looking all around. So, off I went to find the organs needed for transplant. I arrived around 2pm. I brought along an assistant in case I needed an extra pair of hands …showed first 75 words of 421 total…

…showed last 75 words of 421 total…to rip open the chest cavity of my corpse. Yes, it was a match and the only one here. My thoughts of the dead grew small and thoughts of the life I would save became foremost on my mind. I worked on the corpse and had my assistant help me when it seemed this corpse did not want to relinquish its organs. We were successful in getting the necessary organs. For this, I was grateful.