Drawing one shaky breath after another, Inari watched the doctor's hands, keeping her knees tucked almost to her chin, and doing her best to keep her skirt tucked around her legs. Even knowing she was covered, she felt exposed, and her emotions were raw. Maybe it was the trauma, and her jumpiness, but she felt him like a huge, solid presence, much bigger than he seemed. Was he a giant teddy bear, warm and gentle, like his voice sounded, or something more dangerous?
She slumped a little, letting her knees fall to one side in an attempt to get her feet under her--without reaching for help. She was afraid to touch him, afraid of what she might do. She didn't need to add to her body-count.