<div style="text-align: justify;">Emma's eyes went wide when Len shot away from her and landed on the floor. She was really startled, and had not expected this kind of reaction. She had simply expected him to move away from her and... nothing more, really. His actions, his expression, and the fact that he had gotten hurt were all too much for Emma to process right now.<br/><br/>Noticing when he took his shirt off, Emma was about to look away, when she saw the markings on Len's back. She sat on the bed and even held out a hand, but didn't dare to touch him. She didn't want Len to snap at her and do or say God knows what. She wanted to know, but she didn't have the guts to ask. Not now, not after they had just kissed. And most of all not now, when they were both on edge.<br/><br/>Scared and confused, Emma stayed where she was, nervously picking at her bandages. Hearing him speak made her wonder whether or not she should say something. Her nerves getting the best of her, Emma stood up, shaking like a leaf. It was obvious that whatever little rapport they had built, and whatever self-confidence she had managed to acquire, they were both gone for the moment.<br/><br/>"Please, go away", she all but begged, her voice with a slightly higher pitch than usual. It sounded as though she was barely containing herself from freaking out, and needed nothing but for him to go away, either for her to freak out alone or to calm herself down - it was hard to tell.</div>