Stiff Corpse

The Visa

The first day lessons were quite boring, just the introduction of the forensic department alone. But I can't focus, I'm not used to the smell of corpses. Some of my friends saw me worried, my face pale as I continued to cover my nose. I waved at him and smiled a little, telling him I was okay.

"Here is Sultan's doctor who would like to ask?"

I was shocked to death, my lecturer in front suddenly called out to me.

"Emm.. there's no dock..."

"Trus why did you raise your hand?"

The whole class laughed. Shit, my friends aren't worried about me. They were only looking for ridicule materials, to fill this boring class. I then fell embarrassed. And the hours of study continued until noon.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, some of my classmates came home, and some stood guard, including me. Taking off the young doctor's coat that covered my shirt all day - putting it on the table that I'm going to make the bed for the night - I walked up to my four friends, my friend, a team of young doctors will be on guard tonight. Don't be surprised, because we're on guard until tomorrow morning. And, yes, of course, tomorrow morning there will still be classes until two in the afternoon just like today. So it can be said I didn't come home from seven in the morning until noon tomorrow at two. That's about the working hours of a Young Doctor, tiring isn't it? But it's still daytime, the real fatigue is tonight.

At around seven o'clock in the evening our room was shoved by the mortuary attendant, hinting that there was a body to be found in the Visa. Soon we prepared the necessary tools, namely Camera, ruler, hanscoen, mask, notebook and stationery. The five of us then entered the morgue. As soon as we opened the morgue door, an unpleasant smell immediately ripped through the nose. But this smell is different, it's not the smell of a corpse. It stinks of blood!

On a bed of iron lay the corpse of an old man. He was wearing a thick motorcycle jacket torn here and there full of blood. The accident! The first thing that came to my mind. I eagerly approached the corpse, first than the rest of my friends.

"HOEEEEEKKKK..."

I immediately became nauseous, my body suffocating. My legs were shaking, I fell down with my hands on the floor, holding my back from falling. A friend then caught me who almost fell unconscious.

"Tan? The sultan! Relax tan.. just come out first if you don't..."

"ii-i... I-iya bro, huh, sorry yes.." I said softly while keeping my mouth shut.

Two of my friends then carried me out, sat me in a waiting chair near the morgue. They then went back in.

FUCKIN' SHIT! I can't see the horror. The corpse's head was partially crushed, his face was covered in blood, and his eyeballs hung out. The contents inside his head came out. It was so clear that the strands of the brain were seeping along his forehead. The body was almost unrecognizable. The smell of blood pierced my nose, the smell like rusty iron –indeed our blood contains iron compounds-make me nauseous instantly.

"Are you afraid, Doc?"

Suddenly a gentleman greeted me warmly from behind. I looked at him confused. His face was so friendly and warm, his hair thick and well-pressed, with a glaring eye. Although the fathers but he looks quite young, without the mustache and beard that he shaves neatly. I didn't recognize him, which is for sure he's not a morgue attendant.

"Iii. yes, sir.." I said, trembling.

"Hahaha.."

His smile was so warm, this man was so friendly. His little laugh calmed my fear, and my trembling disappeared. Maybe because I was allowed to stay outside while my friends were working on the visa inside. Hahaha, my mischievous soul is laughing, I don't have to look at the corpse anymore.

After calming me down, the father with a warm smile walked into the morgue, followed by two policemen, Eh? Being too busy with my fears I didn't notice two policemen following him from behind. Let's not say that the police are handling the accident case. Oh shit! I immediately got up and ventured back into the morgue. I don't want to be seen as a timid young doctor.

The easy corpse visa procedure is a procedure to identify corpses. We recorded and photographed the conditions and all the attributes that the corpse wore. All the wounds on the body, we also measure and record without exception, in all regions of the body. We identified every type of wound on the corpse, whether it was an iris wound, a tear, a bruise, all we had to record. This corpse visa is needed by the police, to then make an official police report. A mortuary visa is not used to find the cause of death, and is not used to determine the cause of death. Even though we all know this body died in an accident.

The warm smiling father seemed to know very well how to do a visa, he was seen commanding my friends. The policemen who followed him only observed, occasionally they opened the body luggage and observed it. I could only look from far away while being frightened. I'm ashamed, I didn't help them at all. Not even my girlfriends were afraid. He boldly stripped the corpse and began photographing and measuring the wound. Even without hesitation, he revealed the eyes and brain that were washed away, in order to measure the bruises on the head. My hair is goosebumps looking at it. My friends were so busy that they ignored me who was just staring at the corner of the room.

Usually the mortuary visa lasts for a while, but due to the large number of wounds on this corpse and me being useless, we just finished it right at midnight.

After finishing, I immediately snatched the visa note from one of my friends who was in charge of taking notes. I immediately ran into our Guard Room (Lecture Room) and started typing in the official Visa report. That's all I can do in this team, at least so my friends don't get mad because I'm not helping. I combed my sweaty thin hair softly, My fingers clashed against the keys of the laptop keyboard, and I started typing.

The wound was so much, I ran out three pages on my own for the description of the wound. After I finished work, I immediately printed the hospital visa report, and I handed it to one of the police.

The visit ended that night. My friends were so exhausted, it was still a good thing just one visa that night, usually - according to our upperclassmen - we could do two to five corpse visits every night. But that one alone is very heavy.My friends are also not used to it. Really take care of the exhausting first night.