Most of the hurts are hidden - her foot's swollen, but the stitches - because Joseph had been very good at what he did, for all that it was the only thing about him - were on the sole. Right down the middle - the doctor who'd given her stitches marvelled at how well she'd healed, that it was a miracle - she'd reopened it so many times, walked on it so much that she almost caused muscle damage, but it was somehow healed enough that she wouldn't need surgery. Somehow.

Later, she'd have to thank Les.

Her wrists, her ribs, the rest of it - you can't see because of the sweatshirt, but she looks up when he talks, and that's where it is. What you can see, that's where it is. One side of her face is swollen and still working on turning dark - her cheekbone's giving her a black eye, and the skin of her cheek is scraped. She doesn't expect Spencer - she doesn't expect anyone, she'd started crying because of the thought of going back to work, to trying to be sunny and seeing people and being nice when that was what made this happen, that and her goddamned name-

"My name isn't Emily." She blurts the words, and then covers her mouth with her hand as she pulls in a breath, her eyes dark with misery as they find Spencer's. She doens't get why he's sorry - she has no idea he's the one she managed to get a text off to, before her phone was summarily taken from her.