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Day Twelve - Mid-morning
Who: Andy Gallagher and Lexie Grey
What: Checking in with Doc Lex
When: Day Twelve - mid-morning
Where: In the gym
Rating: PG-13 (to be safe, but it'll probably only be for Andy's language)
Status: Complete


Things had quieted down quite a bit. It seemed like the worst was over; that the threat was gone. Andy knew better than to fully believe that, but he was also willing to allow himself to relax, even if just a little.

He wondered if the happenings in Guthrie and then the ones in Cold Oak had changed him or if he'd always been like this... Andy wondered when he'd become a poor man's Winchester. Somewhere along the way, he'd made it his business to keep tabs on the people he cared about, but mostly the women. While Luna had made it pretty clear to him that she was completely disinterested in having him as a buddy anymore - which didn't mean he couldn't still wonder if she was all right - and Kim seemed to be okay now that she'd found someone she knew from the real world, there was still Elliot. And Doc Lex. Elliot had taken something to the side, but she looked like a fighter; she was hanging in there and doing her thing in spite of it all. He wasn't too worried about her for the time being, because she seemed to be okay. It was Lexie that he was worried about.

It hadn't been lost on him the way she hadn't joined Elliot and Dr. House in their makeshift rounds. If she thought everyone had failed to notice the way she sat alone, staring out at nothing, she was only fooling herself, because Andy had noticed. He'd been noticing for more hours than he cared to count, by now. In fact, it had taken a lot of will power on his part not to invade her personal space by sitting beside her and offering the poor woman a penny for her thoughts, but he had a feeling, judging by her body language and the not-quite-vacant but very far away look on her face, that it wouldn't be appreciated, so he'd kept his distance.

Until today. He couldn't just sit back watching her and wondering if she was all right, anymore. So, finally, he made his way over to her and cringed inwardly as he noticed the lump on her shoulder. Never mind the dried blood on her clothes. Carefully, wincing slightly at the way the new stitches Elliot had been kind enough to put in his leg pulled and shifted when he moved, he sat down beside her. For a long moment, he said nothing, just looking out over the injured the way she seemed to be. "How ya holdin' up, Doc?" he asked quietly. He didn't want to push buttons or upset her; just wanted to make sure she was still okay when she didn't entirely look it. He gave her a sideways glance, then. "You doin' okay? I mean, all things considered...?"