For the most part she's fine. There are bruises on her wrists and her ankles, one on her shoulder from being shuffled around like baggage but over all physically Rose made out much better than anyone else. That's the problem. The guilt and the hopelessness that she felt and still feels will eat at her much longer than a bruise or a cut could ever take to heal.

She pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them as he runs the sponge over her shoulders. Her eyes fill up with tears and she chokes them back. She doesn't have a right to cry. Not over this. Not when everyone else is so hurt.

"I tried to help them, Doctor. Tried to think about what you'd do and how you'd help. I tried. Promise."

It's important to her that he knows she didn't just let this happen.