Polaroids are taken of the wounds on Harper's face, wrists, and ankles. At 1:03 AM, Harper, in a hospital gown, is swabbing the inside of her mouth with two of those giant Q-Tips they use to take throat cultures. The very sight of them makes me gag. How very Pavlovian. Benson and the doctor are putting all the swabs and things in marked envelopes, and both are wearing gloves. At 1:16 AM the doctor scrapes under Harper's fingernails, and she winces in pain. At 1:47 AM, Harper is in the stirrups. Benson is running down the list on her clipboard: "Oral swabbing, fingernails, you combed her pubic hair, took vaginal swabs and did blood work." The doctor hands her a swab to catalogue and she gives him a new one as she goes on, "I'll bag this and we need to do a UV on her stomach." "A what?" "We need to do a UV light. Check for semen on her stomach." The doctor tells her they don't have one, so Benson describes the apparatus to him. The doctor KNOWS what it is, but the hospital doesn't have one. Like he said. Jeez, Benson, take one of those Q-Tips (an unused one) and clean out your ears. Harper lets out a growling wail, with her jaw clenched, eyes closed, and fist pressed against her forehead. Benson tells the doctor to "just forget it. He made her take a shower anyway."
At 2:11 AM, the doctor gives Harper the morning-after pill and tells her to take two more in twelve hours. Her STD and AIDS tests will be back within twenty-four hours, and she'll have to be re-tested after three and six months. Huh. I thought doctors recommended rape victims get re-tested after twelve months, too. Maybe not in New York. Harper asks who's paying for all of this. The state is. Harper wants to know what else she has to do. Benson says she has to take a formal statement, but if Harper's too tired to do that now, she can go back to her apartment first. Yeah, I'm sure that's exactly where she wants to go. Harper: "I just want this to be over with." Benson says they'll go to the station right now if she's ready. She is.