Dr. Elliot Reid (

Elliot had decided to come and lend a helping hand during clinic hours, even though she doubted, or maybe hoped, that the clinic wouldn't need two pairs. Then again, in this place it was hard to tell what would be needed.

She rubbed at the letter tattoo on her left hand nervously as she entered the gym, not sure what it meant or marked her for. All she could think of was that "D" stood for disaster or devestation or something else equally as horrible.

Her worried look faded some as she saw Lexie playing solitare and she smiled, raising a hand in greeting. "Hey," she said walking up to her. "I thought maybe you could use some help." She looked around. "Or you know, some company."

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