Lexi waited watching the man, giving him whatever time he needed but knowing that they really did have to get the body out of the open air. And god, body. Even saying that, even for someone as old as she was, it made it final. It made it real and the chill in the air more real. And she just wanted to hug the doctor and tell him it would all be okay. But it wouldn't would it? She couldn't promise that. She could make him believe it, but it wouldn't make it true. All she could do for the man was be there. Help him.
"Of course." she said, to his insistence that he be the one to move the body, she'd called for some people to come with a car, they could get him to the complex and then John could make the decisions. The horrible cruel hard decisions that needed to be made now. The ones about funerals, and burials. Lexi would have saved him all of it if she could have. But that wasn't how the world worked.
"No one else touches him John. Just you. Okay. But people are going to come and they're going to help us get him into the car and back to the complex. That'll be okay won't it? And then you can sit with him. No ones gonna make you do anything you don't want to. I promise you that, okay. I would kick their asses and you know I would."