She'd given her story to the deputy while waiting nervously. She liked doctors about as much as she liked the authorities. Still, being treated as if she were a normal person, instead of a criminal, was pretty easy on her soul. Out of the blue, she snorted in disgust, causing Reid to look over at her with an unspoken question on his face. As if. She stared down at her tattered shoes and ragged jeans. Who'd have thought her wild run and escape would destroy her outfit? Her generic clothing had shifted to the homeless look – and she hadn't even turned eighteen or been kicked out yet. Great. "Gemma Stone?" She stood up and followed the harried nurse to the next cubicle. The deputy stood just outside. The nurse disappeared. Gem hated to sit on the white paper sheets. They'd have to be incinerated afterwards. A doctor entered the cubicle. "Go ahead and hop up here so we can take a look." She closed the curtain and picked up Gem's paperwork.
