Blood Darkness, infinite Love Part I (second half)

That suicidal leap from the cliff in Montavago park is what brought me here.  I saw the camp grounds at the bottom of the ravine  before I made the decision to leap so I knew one way or another we would be found before they revealed themselves to take me away.  They would find me soon, it wouldn’t take long.  My mangled body was brought to the coroner for dissection with no hesitation.  Dead at the scene and dead on arrival was on the report.  Don’t you hate when that happens.  My last planned death was a rigged bungee jump  in South America, that time it was  just getting away from a tired old relationship.  Headlines “The body was never recovered”.  Dammit, my spine is still not aligned. How the hell would I look like walking sideways out the hospital doors? I needed another 30 to forty minutes for my body to……….
“I have two bodies on the table and I’m done for the night.” Look I can’t get into this right now, I’ll be there when I’m done.  the voice was crude and impatient. 


What time is it?  The coroner is still here? I lost my sense of time.
“There’s  a man smashed up like Pizza huts meat lovers special.  Yeah I know you didn’t want to hear that.  But who called who, huh dear?" The coroner’s voice echoed in the cold hallways.  I couldn't tell  if he was talking to some one or on a cell phone call.  Would be a shame to kill him, but I got to get the hell out of here.  I got things to finish.  He's starting to mumble, must be a cell phone.


“ No don’t wait up, kiss the kids”. Shit, a family man.  Plan Anton plan!!  I hate making last minute decisions like this.  I must be getting old.  2063 years is a long time to remember things.  If I can just shuffle this body into the next room, I can.


“What the hell?”  “who the hell has been down here moving bodies?”.  That bitch always calls at the wrong damn time.  Why am I so cursed?  I need a drink."


The coroners foul mouth was just un - fuckin necessary.  Yeah, I think I probably just kill him and visit the wife. 


“The hell with this, I can talk with you poor dead fucks for the next 2 hours but why?  I’m sick of these freakin pranks.  I'm getting too old for this.  I’m out of here." 
Damn, I heard that some where. I bet he talks to them like this all the time.  At least I have time to relax for a few,  instead of shuffling out of here like Quasimodo.  I could feel my skin crawl into place, comforting itself back to these immortal bones.  Searching through these these lockers, I wondered if my wife was in this same hospital I was.  Are there any spare scrubs in this place?  This guy did seem anal, so I he should have a pair of spare jockey shorts ironed some where around here.  The pain was beginning to subside.  The pubic hair would be next.  At least I won’t have to dye my hair again.  My mind began to stabilize so I had to make a decision.  Find my wife, take her away or just leave.  Again.  The warm tears that trailed down my cheek revealed what choice I had to make.  No emotion remained when I left the others but her.  She pulled this from me; She revived me from the malice that I lived with for centuries.  I have to find her, if it takes for ever.  These damn scrubs make my ass look flat.