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Emma didn't have time to worry about Hazel's odd behavior- odd being relative to her earlier behavior, meaning she was now being extra-odd. Hazel didn't take the time to acknowledge Emma's question, simply ordering her to 'move' as the doll counter-attacked the duo. Hazel blocked the attack but that didn't mean Emma wasn't about to comply. The almost robotic girl was clearly not herself and that worried Emma quite a bit, meaning that she was eager to get out of the way. Emma scanned the battle around her. There wasn't an immediate threat coming towards her, so she had a moment to think about where she would be needed. The first thing she registered, of course, was Lawrence and now Hazel fighting the eye-scorpion creature. They seemed to have the situation reasonably handled, and either way the next thing that Emma saw quickly grabbed her attention. 

Her eyes caught the other trio of roommates: Sander, Christmas, and Kusari. She made a number of very startling observations: Sander had just finished drinking Christmas' blood and was now charging into battle. Christmas was now a bleeding wreck. Kusari was dead.

Kusari was dead?

[color=8A3DFF][i]This isn't happening.[/i][/color]

The realization hit Emma like a truck. She didn't have time to think about the fact that the Sander was apparently a vampire. She didn't have time to worry about the fetal Christmas or the rampaging Sander. She had just met Kusari only moments ago and now she was lying before her throat open, leg gone. Thoughts of Lawrence and Hazel slipped away as Emma ran over to the already pale, now pallid girl. She was covered in blood, both the monster's and her own. Dirt caked her clothes. Emma was now panicking, tears welling. 

[color=8A3DFF][i]What do I do What do I do What do I do?[/i][/color]

The single string of words repeated ad infinitum in her head. She was trying to remember what people in movies did in this situation. Not a great point of reference, she knew, but she hadn't exactly handled anything like this before and she was now in a very deep state of panic.

And then she realized as she approached that Kusari was, in fact, alive.

Emma's panic was replaced with even more panic. She was no longer dealing with a dead person but now a person that she needed to help. She heard Kusari's gurgles of pain. The white-haired girl was drowning in her own blood. Emma didn't know what to do. Shouldn't she be dead? Emma evaluated the girl's injuries. Her throat was torn open. Her leg was gone. [color=8A3DFF][i]Her power must be keeping her alive... I think? I don't know what I'm supposed to do... I have to try to make sure she doesn't die. Do I... I have to apply pressure, I think?[/i][/color] Emma was still panicking but large doses of a adrenaline were giving her some semblance of composure. She was a blubbering mess that was on the verge of breaking down but at least her head was mostly clear, besides the occasional lash from her stigma. 

[i][color=8A3DFF]You can't save her... in fact, you'll probably get her killed, won't you?[/color][/i]

Emma shook her head, pushing away the intrusive thoughts. She fell down to the ground, kneeling next to the dying girl. She picked up Kusari, cradling her in her lap. Blood was now spilling over her pants, but that was the least of Emma's concern. Emma pulled off her scarf and used it as a makeshift rag, applying pressure against Kusari's throat, trying to stop the bleeding.

Emma had absolutely no idea if she was doing the right thing.

[color=8A3DFF]"Shit... shit shit shit."[/color] Emma wasn't prone to swearing but this situation seemed to call for it. [color=8A3DFF]"Kusari... it's..."[/color] Emma wanted to say it was going to be okay but that didn't really seem appropriate, given the fact that Kusari should by all rights be dead. [color=8A3DFF]"Your power is keeping you alive, isn't it? Is there anything... anything I can do?"[/color] The dismay in Emma's voice was clear. Emma didn't even think about the fact that the girl with no throat would be unable to communicate.

The sound of stomping caught Emma's attention. Dolls. Giant dolls, headed towards them and Christmas. Emma didn't have time to think about a battle strategy. Determination and Devotion appeared before her, her resolve apparently manifesting once again now the a dying girl was in her arms. [color=8A3DFF]"Stop the dolls!"[/color] Was the only order she gave the duo, although her voice for once wasn't hesitant. She now sounded like she really was commanding the creatures, no uncertainty present in her order.

[@Piercing Light]