"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay, calm down. You're okay just now, we'll figure it out. Just keep breathing, okay?" Emma was starting to get the impression that there was maybe something going on. Not like when the sirens went off, different from that.
Pinkie seemed off the morning, and if some of the others were having strange dreams like this too, well, it couldn't just be a coincidence. Tending to the cuts on Lisa's arms, Emma thought it through. "We already know that these things don't really go away. They're almost always around us. Most of the time, I don't think they really mean any harm."
The spirits Jefferson had faced in the church were clearly nasty, and if Jefferson and Babydoll had left something out of the church, Emma would strangle the both of them, because they didn't need this and maps of the interior of the church weren't going to help.
With the wounds on Lisa's arms cleaned up, Emma's attention fell to the slash along her leg. "So this isn't new, what happened?" It wasn't infected, it didn't look too bad, but clearly it was a fairly serious injury.
"Dean, um, there's a small brown box in the bottom of that filing cabinet there, and blankets in the top, could you grab them please?" Poking just a little at the wound, Emma could see just a little bit of dirt caught in it. "You um, you might need to take those off. I've got clean ones here we can get you changed into, okay?"