"Physically she'll be fine," Emma confirms. "She had a few scratches but they weren't serious. I patched them up already, no stitches or anything. It's just- for her it'll feel like she slept a while and had a lot of nightmares? It's dangerous if it goes on too long, same as a coma, but she'll be awake well before she'd be in any danger."
"There's- a group of people who specialize in this kind of thing. Based in England, for the most part. My parents are both in it, so I grew up with it. Comes in handy, here. We see a lot of this kind of thing in the ER."
"Yeah." Emma glances outside towards the car. "Normally the organization sends someone to help her with this kind of thing. They haven't been able to find her. I was going to talk to her about it on my day off, but- well. I guess I can ask her sooner."
"Wouldn't've been amiss to call me," he tells Soph, "once you had the - potion - going, but you did good, Soph."
"You can tell your sister you saved her when she wakes up," she suggests. It's not going to be every day Soph gets to save Bella, rather than vice versa; she might as well enjoy it.
"I guess. Do you want to take your turn with the potion now or go back to sleep?"
Emma checks her watch. She's short sleep by an hour or so, but she's up anyway. She knew she was signing up for this with the middle shift anyway. "I'll just stay up, why not. Get some rest, I'll have Alli wake us up when-" she takes pity on Chief Swan and his potion-related uneasiness- "we're done here."
Charlie pats her on the head. And goes up the stairs. Whether he plans to fall asleep there is anyone's guess.
Early that morning, Soph and Emma are shaken awake by Alli. "Up, up, up, it's done, I think it worked, it's the right color and everything, come ooon, up!"
Emma drags herself awake, yawning and blinking. That was not enough sleep, she thinks tiredly. "Probably. If it's the right color, that's a good sign-" yawn, "-but let's test it on her hand first. She still has some of that goop between her fingers, it'll evaporate on contact if we did it right."
Under Emma supervision, the hand goop is tested. It evaporates. Alli beams. "We did it! Soph? You okay with this? Do you want to, dunno, get your dad or something?"
"I want to wake her up first thing. Better to wake him up when she's already, you know, up."
Emma measures the correct dosage of potion into a glass and hands it to Soph. "All yours."
"Uh - okay. She just drinks it? How do I get her to drink it while she's unconscious?"
"She's closer to asleep. If you're slow and careful she should be able to swallow it."
Alli is so excited, she made a potion and it worked and she helped save Bella and this is all so cool. But she attempts not to bounce too much, because Soph has been extremely stressed and that seems awfully mean for no reason. But still. Bella is awake, that is a good thing, she can be a little excited. "Bella? Bella, hey, are you okay?"
"I have an awful taste in my mouth and no idea how I got here."
"You got poisoned," Soph says, hugging her hard. "I called the nurse and Alli and we made a potion and it's Sunday morning, about eight a.m., did you have awful nightmares?"