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Once the surge of adrenaline had waned, Emmy became all too aware of the bruises that covered her arms and legs and the splitting headache that seemed to get worse by the second. The dress she wore didn't fare well in the explosion, torn and dirtied as it was. But as she tried to dust it off, another barrage of voices blasted in her head. Emmy's grip tightened on Harry as she tried to fight off the pain, but that seemed to only make the voices louder. Emmy was surprised to hear that there was a voice that sounded like Harry's among them. His was even the most prevalent one, and if she focused on singling him out, she could almost pick out distinct words. If it didn't hurt her head to do so, she'd probably get some sentences out of it. 

Curiously, she looked up at Harry, to check whether he was actually speaking out loud and her mind was merely addled by the traumatic events. But that wasn't the case at all. The Harry in her head and the Harry next to her were never in sync. 

Too exhausted to even try to figure out what was wrong with her (where would she even begin?), she chalked everything up to the head injury she probably sustained and forced herself to think of other things for now. Like Joni. Before Sloth left to get her wounds treated, she told one of them to contact the missing Sin, and Emmy wanted to do so immediately. But It was proving rather difficult to concentrate on other things. She'd been so focused on hushing not-Harry, she'd barely even noticed the strange look Ash was giving her. It wasn't until he'd gotten up and poked her on the shoulder that she realized he was speaking to her. In that second, she thought she heard Ash in her head, too, along with this wave of anxiety that washed over her. 

"Be there in a bit," she told him distractedly as he left. "Let me just call Joni."

As her phone was by the table, Emmy had to reluctantly let go of Gluttony's arm. She was glad (and a little bit surprised) to hear the Harry in her head disappear soon after, but there was another thing that worried her more. After she had let go, there was a sudden pang of loneliness that filled her… or was it desperation? It was like it actually [i]hurt[/i] to let go. 

Whatever it was, it only lasted for a fleeting second, and she thought it was better not to bother. There were too many things to worry about right now. Joni wasn't answering (was she really going crazy or did she hear his phone ringing from the kitchen?), something seemed to be wrong with Ash, and Sam… 

Sam had just come in with a strange, almost hysteric look in his face. Before Emmy could even comprehend what was happening, he jammed a knife in his hand without warning. He looked at his wound expectantly, and she could only stare wide eyed. Was this what the explosion did? Make everyone go crazy? She watched helplessly as blood started pooling from his hand, and looked to Harry and Angel for help. Should she wake up Sloth? Get Ash? ...and where the hell was Joni?

Before she could completely unravel in her panic, Emmy caught sight of a familiar-looking black sludge coming out from where Sam's blood oozed. Within seconds, the gaping wound disappeared, and his hand looked as good as new. Oh. Emmy was at a loss for words, but as she reached out and grabbed Sam's hand, to see if the wound really had healed, she felt a sudden wave of exhilaration. She smiled as widely as Sam, sharing his excitement at the miraculous display.

"Sam, that's amazing! You're like a superhero," she exclaimed."You should show Sloth; she'd freak! I'll go call Ash so he can see."

With that, she was off, finally getting around to seeing what Ash had wanted. So many strange things were happening, it was getting hard to keep track. What was with this day? The surge of excitement that enveloped her just moments ago was slowly starting to dissipate, just as the panic from before was slowly returning. That was another thing. Emmy desperately wanted to know why she was being so moody, excited one moment and anxious the next. As if hearing voices wasn't enough of a problem, now she had to tack on moodiness.

"Aaash, what did you want?" she called out as she neared his room.Emmy learned early on that Ash was a private person. That he was personally seeking her out was already as big of a miracle as Sam's healing, and she didn't think he'd go as far as let her in his room. "Ash?"

When he didn't respond, she poked her head in through the slit from the half-opened door, and rushed in when she saw him passed out against the wall. Her brows furrowed in concern. Ash was never one to admit when he was feeling sick. What if he was suffering from a fatal wound and he was just bleeding out without telling anyone? Suddenly worried but unsure of what to do, Emmy gingerly cupped his face with both hands and tapped his cheeks as gently as she could.

"Ash, hey, are you alright?" she asked. "You're not dead, right?"

« [i]Wake up. [/i]» Emmy willed him.