|Eᴍᴍᴀ Sᴡᴀɴ | Tʜᴇ Sᴀᴠɪᴏʀ (herbestchance) wrote in hellascenes,|
"I can't do that." Emma shook her head, moving a bit closer. She could not just stand here and watch as someone cut their own hand off. She had to try and help, if she could. She was the savior, she helped save Storybrooke and maybe she could save people here too. She just didn't know how to talk him down. This hand thing...it had to be part of what was going on. And there had to be a way to make him see that, and to want to fight.
"Think about what you're doing, it's your hand. We don't know if there is a doctor here who can treat a severed limb." Or if there was a doctor there at all, for that matter. And they didn't know if they could trust the hospital here. This was not a good place to be. It was a literal Hell.
"I'm not going anywhere until you put that knife down and talk to me about this." Emma said, gently. She moved closer so now she was only a few feet away from Lindsey now. "I know you feel like you have to do this, but there must be another way."