There was an audible yelp at being man-handled by Carol. There was another problem surfacing while she went flying towards Emma. It was one she felt more severely upon impact when she was wasn't moving anymore, because when she tried, her limbs had already become leaden as her did her eyelids. No. she could do more. She could help more. She could be of more use if she just didn't.
Her breathing slowed and she was becoming a dead weight were she laid as she slowly lossed consciousness and fell asleep.