Meredith looks at it longer than necessary, lips pressed flat as she shakes her head. "Fine," she says, a little too high, unsteady. She's almost forgotten the injury herself; that he remembers, that he asks, at a time like this makes something in her chest ache. "It hurts, but it's not that bad. Don't worry about me." It's a pointless request, she knows that, but she isn't going to stop making it.