Emma was outside of the girl's room, making some arrangements with a nurse behind a desk. The woman's eyes were somewhat glazed over. Emma could have talked and explained things, but it was simpler and faster to just use her powers to make the people in charge think that Carrie was her daughter. Emma reached into her wallet, pulled out the first card her fingers touched (a Macy's discount card) and handed it to the nurse.
"Mrs... Mitchell?" The nurse asked after staring at the card for a minute, unblinking.
"Ms. Mitchell, if you please," Emma responded with a mild smile on her face.
"Right then, all you need to do is sign the release." The nurse handed Emma a leaf of paper and Emma read it over quickly before signing. "She seems a little... off, that girl." A pause. "You might want to have her see someo-"
"It'll be taken care of," Emma said sharply. "Is that all?"
"Yes, Ms. Mitchell. Your daughter is in room 305."
"Thank you so much, dear."
"You have a good day," the nurse smiled a bit too brightly and then turned away from Emma. Later on, she'd remember this exchange but not Emma's face. Emma was always careful when using her powers.
It was a few steps down the hall to Carrie's room. Emma felt out with her telepathy and sensed the confusion and the hurt. Carrie had powers, possibly was a mutant. She was also damaged. Emma gathered herself before entering the room. It was always difficult seeing how humans could twist mutant children so.
Then she knocked on the door quietly before entering. "Carrie?" Her voice was as soothing as it could be.