Emily felt numb when she slid into the backseat of the patrolcar. She knew she was supposed to feel safe. She was with the police and they were supposed to protect her from psycho criminals like the jerk who had just broken her wrist. She didn't feel safe though. She'd spent most of her life running from the police just as surely as she had spent her time running from demons. People weren't any better than demons were. Emily had learned that lesson once or twice.
She looked longingly out the back window towards the house she shared with Faith but instead turned back to Buffy. She was a friend. Well, okay not her friend, but Faith's.
Still, she scooted slowly away from her and kept her eyes focused out side on the window as Buffy's partner drove the patrol car through downtown New York towards Mount Sinai Hospital. She felt her eyelids starting to droop heavily but quickly she pulled them back up again, pinching the skin of her broken wrist so that she would remain alert and focused. You couldn't ever sleep or rest because then they'll get you.
The pain brought her sharply back into focus as the car pulled up in front of the Emergency Room.