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Prompt 478 Slow Suicide - Slow Suicide - naughty_bangles - Original
Title: Slow Suicide
Fandom: Original
Prompt 478 Slow Suicide
Warnings: Talking about drugs and suicide
Rating: PG13
"Caucasian male, early twenties, approximately 5’8, skinny but not fit, multiple scars and injuries covering the body.”
Rosalie looked up from the young man lying on the examination table and caught the ME’s eyes.
“Previous to the death?”, she asked.
“Yes, some of them are at least a couple of years old. It looks like your victim had a dangerous lifestyle.” Tammi carefully moved the head to expose the right side, where a straight line was breaking the hair coverage. “From the regularity of it, I’d say he hit a sharp edge, probably some kind of furniture.” She then moved to the feet. The left one looked slightly crooked. “This foot looks like it has been crushed, and hasn’t been left alone enough to heal properly. There are several other traces like this at different places. They each could be the result of an accident-”
“But it would be a hell of a coincidence that he had so many”, Rosalie finished for her.
“My thought exactly”, Tammi commented.
“Drugs?”, Rosalie asked, jumping to the next step in “dangerous way of life”. Prostitution ranked high up in that category, but that, only research in files and on the street would tell her.
“Traces of ecstasy in the blood, but nothing suggesting a full-on addiction. My guess is that he did recreational drugs only occasionally.”
“Like at parties, when someone brought something”, Rosalie added. Not all party-goers were drug addicts, or even did drugs at all, but she knew that, in some circles, you would pop a pill as easily as an appetizer. That could help her narrow down the places to where the victim went often.
“Something like that”, Tammi nodded. “It goes well with the state of his liver”, she added without showing the incriminated organ to the detective. “He was one step away from needing a transplantation. His liver presents the kind of damages consistent with heavy drinking and too little food. Everything looks like he liked to party hard, and didn’t care about the consequences.”
Rosalie nodded seriously. The body on the examination table seemed serene under her gaze, but death tends to make everyone peaceful. The young man seemed to have been the restless kind, always looking for the next thrill, the next outburst of pleasure.
“It sounds like little more than suicide to me”, she commented, still looking at the man.
“In a sense, it is”, Tammi replied. “Not putting the effort of keeping a body functional enough to assure the continuation life is a form of passive suicide. It’s sad when it happens to the young ones.”
“Indeed. That’s what killed him?”, Rosalie asked.
“That, and the arsenic in his blood.”
The detective looked up to the ME. “Arsenic, really?”
“Really. He ingested it yesterday night. We can’t exclude the hypothesis of self-administration, but with the drugs and alcohol he has in his blood, someone could have slipped it to him during the night. That’s where you enter the game, Rose.”
“And the party’s just begun.”
Fandom: Original
Prompt 478 Slow Suicide
Warnings: Talking about drugs and suicide
Rating: PG13
"Caucasian male, early twenties, approximately 5’8, skinny but not fit, multiple scars and injuries covering the body.”
Rosalie looked up from the young man lying on the examination table and caught the ME’s eyes.
“Previous to the death?”, she asked.
“Yes, some of them are at least a couple of years old. It looks like your victim had a dangerous lifestyle.” Tammi carefully moved the head to expose the right side, where a straight line was breaking the hair coverage. “From the regularity of it, I’d say he hit a sharp edge, probably some kind of furniture.” She then moved to the feet. The left one looked slightly crooked. “This foot looks like it has been crushed, and hasn’t been left alone enough to heal properly. There are several other traces like this at different places. They each could be the result of an accident-”
“But it would be a hell of a coincidence that he had so many”, Rosalie finished for her.
“My thought exactly”, Tammi commented.
“Drugs?”, Rosalie asked, jumping to the next step in “dangerous way of life”. Prostitution ranked high up in that category, but that, only research in files and on the street would tell her.
“Traces of ecstasy in the blood, but nothing suggesting a full-on addiction. My guess is that he did recreational drugs only occasionally.”
“Like at parties, when someone brought something”, Rosalie added. Not all party-goers were drug addicts, or even did drugs at all, but she knew that, in some circles, you would pop a pill as easily as an appetizer. That could help her narrow down the places to where the victim went often.
“Something like that”, Tammi nodded. “It goes well with the state of his liver”, she added without showing the incriminated organ to the detective. “He was one step away from needing a transplantation. His liver presents the kind of damages consistent with heavy drinking and too little food. Everything looks like he liked to party hard, and didn’t care about the consequences.”
Rosalie nodded seriously. The body on the examination table seemed serene under her gaze, but death tends to make everyone peaceful. The young man seemed to have been the restless kind, always looking for the next thrill, the next outburst of pleasure.
“It sounds like little more than suicide to me”, she commented, still looking at the man.
“In a sense, it is”, Tammi replied. “Not putting the effort of keeping a body functional enough to assure the continuation life is a form of passive suicide. It’s sad when it happens to the young ones.”
“Indeed. That’s what killed him?”, Rosalie asked.
“That, and the arsenic in his blood.”
The detective looked up to the ME. “Arsenic, really?”
“Really. He ingested it yesterday night. We can’t exclude the hypothesis of self-administration, but with the drugs and alcohol he has in his blood, someone could have slipped it to him during the night. That’s where you enter the game, Rose.”
“And the party’s just begun.”