[Ema's somewhere down the hall after a long night of lack-of-sleep from watching to many hospital drama's about concussions. She's dozing off in a corner holding her bag close to her while trying to clean up her face with her other cloth she had tucked away.
She gave up trying to use a section of gauze for her head, instead she had wrapped the entire thing around her so she looks vaguely like
Viola with the bandages upon her head.]
Mn, not fair. Useless indeed...
[She's muttering almost incoherently.]