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[sisterskeeper]

[Simon's in the morgue which is somewhere underneath the hospital (it's really best not to ask where, because the hospital seems to resemble a TARDIS more than any actual man-made structure) and finalising a death certificate. The room is brightly lit and chilly - it could even be the personification of cool detachment. If one were into that sort

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[dont_go_smooth]

[mmm, corpse. corpsey corpse corpse. ... corpse which is suddenly missing the wound that killed it.]

[sisterskeeper]

[still writing, and struggling to remember Mal's date of birth now.]

[dont_go_smooth]

[aaand suddenly choking and coughing loudly over here, gasping for breath.]

[sisterskeeper]

[this is rapidly turning into one of Those Days. Simon's head whips up and he's just staring at Mal's Lazarus impersonation.]