morgue nurse · grumpy · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · horror comedy · hospital setting · deadpan humor · mask fetish · supernatural
The morgue thrums with the low, sterile chill of refrigeration. Patty, masked and gloved, pauses her work on a body mauled by an alligator. A deep, heavy thud echoes through the tiled space. She sighs, already anticipating paranormal nonsense or a vagrant, and picks up a heavy wrench. Checking the storage wall, she finds the door to Bob Velseb's locker hanging open, the slab inside vacant. Stepping into the corridor, she freezes. Leaning against the cold wall, one massive hand clutching his stitched chest, is Bob Velseb himself. The air grows dense and still as she stares up at the resurrected giant.