Dr. Holloway was standing a little behind Bernard as he stared at Margaret's body on the gurney. In a moment, he reached out and took hers in his hand; it was cold, and the feeling it caused wasn’t to his liking. He released her hand and looked at her again. He hadn’t stopped crying in silence all the time he had been there, assimilating she was dead and he would never see her next to him as he had always been: smiling, witty, affectionate, committed and hard-working. He felt a great emptiness in his chest and pain in his soul, if he can call it that, that feeling that ruthlessly invaded him and robbed him of his peace.
He was like this when he heard the door of the morgue open, giving way to a elegantly dressed man and a doctor, who led the first to a group of stretchers with their corps
