He took a seat at the desk, his back aching from hours of standing and moving. The room felt strangely still, except for the hum of the fluorescent lights above. Nathan stretched, trying to shake off the fatigue. It was just another night, another round of waiting.
Morgue duty wasn’t complicated. You sat, you waited, and you were ready if someone needed equipment or if a new body arrived. For now, there was nothing to do but watch the clock tick slowly. Nathan let out a sigh, sinking deeper into the chair, his eyelids heavy.