It was obvious that the girl was frightened. Just from looking at her medical history, Gina could see why. Holding onto Rosalie's hands firmly, she sank slightly, holding a difficult crouch that made her knees shake. However, it put them at eye level. "Rosalie?" she asked, sinking just slightly so that she had to look up to see the other woman. "I'm Nurse Gina," she repeated. "I'm going to help you, okay?" She nodded, hoping that this would inspire a similar response.
"Now. I see in your chart that you're having some trouble here." Her eyes never left Rosalie's. "Can you tell me why? What's wrong?" The IV needle was sitting on the bed, neglected. Gina could see beads of blood pooling on Rosalie's arm, but her gut told her that reacting violently would only make this worse. If she could just get her talking, maybe she could get through.