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They had found her disheveled and dirty, long hair oily and clinging to her skin. But she had no signs of physical damage-- on the outside at least. That’s why Amélie was laying on the examination table, arms at her sides, wearing a thin paper gown on top of a thin paper barrier that crinkled as she moved.
For the past half hour Angela had been poking and prodding her, checking her reflexes and for signs of abnormality. Amélie quietly thought it was just like when Talon had her in custody. They had laid her on a table similar to this and examined and probed inside of her body. The only difference was that Angela asked before touching. Amélie felt safe.
“I’m sorry. You probably want nothing more than to go home and rest.”
Amélie shook her head, offering a reassuring smile which helped restore Angela's.