Claire followed Lillian to the women’s hospital and to a room that looked like a bedroom but had been converted to clothing storage.
“You don’t mind wearing clothing from a dead girl, do you?” Lillian asked. “I can promise you it’s clean.”
“Whatever you have will be fine.” I’ve seen and touched worse.
She suppressed a shudder at the memory of corpse dissection. It was a standard part of medical training, and seeing inside the body had been fascinating, but…
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“Look at the man’s face, Miss McPhee,” the professor said before they got started. “You can’t make him un-dead by looking away, can’t restore life to him by giving him his privacy.”
The other students had laughed, and, the fire of a blush lighting her neck and cheeks, she forced
