Roxy wasn't okay. She was terrified and worn thin. She was
exhausted and done with psychopaths. But El was in a coma and
needed her. Nat wasn't familiar with things outside of a lab and
needed her. So Roxy needed to stay strong, to be okay. Nodding, she
leaned forward and kissed Elvira's forehead. "Relax, love. He's
gone," she murmured, hoping the heart monitor didn't alert the
staff. Last thing they needed was to give the staff trouble.