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Alex flinches as she lets Elizabeth Rogers, her favorite of the ME’s they work with, tend to her wounds. She’s cut up and a little bloodied but she’ll survive. She’s lucky, she knows, that she managed to get herself free from where she was kidnapped and hung from the ceiling. She was supposed to die. Instead she had freed herself, found help and made it home. Still she flinches at every touch.
“It’s just me Alex, it’s alright.”
Elizabeth is quietly understanding and waits this time, her touch gentle as she cleans Alex’s smaller wounds, noting the bruising at Alex’s ribs with clear concern. She can’t fix that one, but she will watch over Alex as much as she can.