Emily didn't want Buffy to help her. She wanted Buffy to go away and leave her alone in the dark where she was safe. Where she could hide. Every inch Buffy crawled into the cardboard box, Emily backed away until her back was pressed against it. It had rained the night before and because of this, the cardboard buckled under her weight and suddenly Emily's back was against the brick instead.
Suddenly Buffy's hands were around her good arm, gently pulling her from the cardboard box until she hit her knees on the pavement. She only had a moment to process when Buffy pulled her up to her feet. Her eyes squinted in the bright flashing red lights and so she quickly moved behind the dumpster, crouching down low with her back against the wall. Her hiding place, the cardboard box was destroyed and now she would need a new one.
Her wrist hurt so bad she could feel it throbbing all the way down the length of her arm. She knew it would ache for awhile before something else came up. Then she could be happy about her healed wrist and scream about her cut out heart instead.
The lights were still too bright and she tried to make herself as small as humanly possible as Buffy stared down at her. She reached down and tried to take Emily's good hand but Emily just shook it off.