Molly has seen a good number of dead bodies in her lifetime, one of them being her father, which has since de-sensitized her to the concept of death. She's also seen a good number of internal organs and can name them all from top the top of the human body to the bottom. She has seen various causes of death, some of them natural and others less than natural. She has seen a brain melt, a heart swell, an intestine rot and various other things that would make anyone else sick to the stomach. Bottom line, she is quite used to the details of her job.
Seeing a child changes that.
The child in question is a girl of six who had been abused all her life by her father, who soon took his rage a step too far. The details of the poor girl's body are enough to break Molly's heart.
When Greg examines the body he asks her if she's all right when he sees her choking back tears. She nods, but soon bursts into sobs.
"I'm sorry," she sniffs. "It's just…six years old! Six! I know I shouldn't let it get to me and that I should be used to this, but she was just a little girl!"
"Hey," he tells her and lays a warm hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. None of us get over it, not really."
Molly nods and accepts the tissue that Greg offers, continuing to cry and cry and cry until she begins to choke on her tears. At some point he can no longer pat her back and watch her cry. Opening his arms to her he murmurs: "Come here."
She does and lets herself sink into his warm embrace.