[Inside, Mary Margaret is absolutely losing control. Her baby is in serious pain, and there's not much that she can immediately do about it. It's positively killing her, but she masks her panic well- for Emma's sake.
She looks directly into her daughter's eyes, speaking in a soothing tone as she reaches up a hand to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks.]
It's okay sweetie. You're going to be alright, I promise.
[Though her mind is reeling, she quickly determines that it would be better to drive Emma to the hospital rather than to call an ambulance. The hospital is close, and waiting for someone else to arrive would be a waste of valuable time.]
Can you move your leg at all? Show me where it hurts.
[Her hand tenderly grazes Emma's calf. She needs to lift her up and into the car, but the last thing that she wants to do is cause her more pain.]
/clings
It's positively killing her, but she masks her panic well- for Emma's sake.
She looks directly into her daughter's eyes, speaking in a soothing tone as she reaches up a hand to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks.]
It's okay sweetie. You're going to be alright, I promise.
[Though her mind is reeling, she quickly determines that it would be better to drive Emma to the hospital rather than to call an ambulance. The hospital is close, and waiting for someone else to arrive would be a waste of valuable time.]
Can you move your leg at all? Show me where it hurts.
[Her hand tenderly grazes Emma's calf. She needs to lift her up and into the car, but the last thing that she wants to do is cause her more pain.]