Blinking stupidly towards the drawer, Vaughn reached out for the autopsy table to keep himself standing. Now the eyes were speaking to him. And the eyes were hungry (or whatever was attached to the eyes, but that was neither here nor there). He thought now would probably be a good time to run, because if the thing was happy to eat a dead woman's leg, it would probably very much like to eat a living guys...leg.
The rush of panic subsided almost as fast as it had arrived. "Huh?" The eyes were reasoning with him. Justifying themselves (itself). "Yeah, but I still have to explain this to my senior in the morning! She's not leaving for dressing until tomorrow afternoon-" the autopsy was done, all of that was signed off. Maybe he could just bandage up the hole?
Vaughn ran his hand over his face and sighed. "Victimless crime. Okay. Well, you can just leave a note explaining that you were really hungry-" he said, annoyed, but there was really nothing that could be done about it now. "I'll just patch it up. Say there was...a build up of...blood-" that wouldn't fly but he'd give it more thought later.
He stooped to gather up the papers he'd dropped on the floor, piling them messily on the autopsy table. "So does it have to be dead bodies? Well, I'm kind of glad it is dead bodies-" Cautiously, Vaughn approached the drawer. "And does it have to be skin or...?" He pulled it back out the inch he had closed it, looking at the gnawed away calf. He sighed.
"I've got some organs and things that are going to the incinerator-" Vaughn turned away, backed towards one of the other drawers where there were buckets of organs that had been removed from other bodies, ready to go down to the burner in the morning. No one would know if things were missing from there. It was completely unethical, but what could he do?
"You can come out. Come and have a look-" he said, lifting out one of the buckets. This wasn't how he saw his evening going. He didn't even know what he was feeding. Did he want it to come out and look?