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[Javert had done the best he could, but in the end, he's a policeman, not a doctor. Stitches covered by haphazardly wrapped bandages line her torso, but the gash on her throat, her cheek, is raw and red looking. And that's not to mention the patch over her left eye.]

I don't know-- I can't examine them, I don't know if they need to be restitched, or if there's an infection.

[. . .]

How long ago did you wake?

[completelycrazy]

[He's doing his best not to react, but it's a lot, to see another person like this. He doesn't know Rosalind particularly well, so that's good. Still, it sucks to see her in such a bad way. She's not the cold and confident scientist he'd first met, and even now, he registers that there's an importance in that shift.

No point in worrying over it now, though. He sits down next to her to get a better look at her roommate's work.]

Couple hours, I think.

[He says it offhandedly, distracted. At first glance, the policeman looks to have done a pretty decent job. He'll check under the bandages later, but if the stitches at her throat are any indication, the guy knew what he was doing.

He wasn't a doctor, though. Neither is Newt in this specific sense, but he knows enough. He knows what to look for, and maybe how to fix it.]

Here, uh, let me...

[Very gently, he moves to cup her jaw in his hand to guide her head this way and that, testing her range of motion.]

Stop me if it hurts. What happened?

[originallutece]

[There's a soft, sharp inhale, but beyond that, it's the only pained reaction she gives.]

Somewhat. Not overwhelmingly.

[If it's painful, she means. Her eye darts over his face for a moment, noting the exhaustion lining his expression, before he tips her head and she glances away.]

A creature tore the roof off my lab. I raced outside, and . . .

[She gestures from her stomach upwards.]

At the very least, it was swift.