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Doc was stunned. This wasn't what he was expecting. He expected bad memories from combat or something but not that. He was speechless for what seemed like an eternity. No amount of training, no amount of consult could have prepared him for that. Doc loved children and a piece of him disliked her for it but the guilt she had upon herself was punishment enough. He wasn't about to add to it.
The caring man he was wanted to go over to her, to comfort her....but they didn't even know each other and she was here for therapy. He just hated to see someone in pain.
Looking at her now wet face, he leaned upon his elbows which were resting on his thighs, "Elena, I'm sorry....sorry for your loss." He thought a moment. "I've experienced death in many ways to include parents losing children but I can't fathom that pain myself," he said in a kind voice. He then looked at her. It was obvious he was being kind and caring when he asked simply, "Why?"
