[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/aoq9dqhq9/tumblr_njqfum5md91r71apmo1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=4dffa6]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: Lower Floor: Medical 
[b][color=4dffa6]Skills:[/color][/b] Perception, Medicine, Life Sciences, Discipline
[/center][hr]	[color=4dffa6]"Thank you,"[/color] Dorothy said curtly, as Jahosafat set down the handkerchief for her. She dabbed at her eyes slightly, before she took a piece of paper and began to make notes of all of the visible abrasions on Atticus' body. She wasn't sure if she'd find any sort of evidence of foul play in such a way or any cause as to what happened to him, but it was the standard procedure. Once she finished recording everything she noticed, every scar, tattoo, wound, and bruise, Dorothy gave a curt nod to Jahosafat. She then set the paper aside in a safe place, not wanting it to get sullied with blood and guts. 

	She had been mentally preparing herself for the Y-incision the entire time. Her hands shook slightly and she looked at Jahosafat, swallowing thickly. [color=4dffa6]"Would you mind making the incision, doctor?"[/color] she asked simply. She wanted to focus on this and the work, but she didn't think her hands would be steady enough to make a clean cut. If the cut was messy, it would make it only that much harder to sew the body up for burial. And as irritating and charming as Atticus was, Dorothy wanted him to have a decent burial - a proper funeral. However, she knew that funerals were more for the living than they were for the dead. Atticus was gone, plain and simple. There wasn't anything to be done about that.