<div style="text-align: justify;">Len's mother sighed when he said he was not leaving Emma alone. The woman knew trying to fight it would only make matters worst, so she decided not to argue right now. They would have to talk again anyway, so she decided to give her son time to cool off and then approach all of the matters they needed to discuss. Emma would have to be present for this conversation, so it was all right to wait.<br/><br/>When Len entered Emma's room again, the woman sighed. Why did he have to be difficult? Shaking her head, she simply listened to what he had to say. She didn't know how bad Emma's case really was, so she couldn't promise not to put the girl on medication, so she made no promises. His second statement, or better said question, made the woman sigh tiredly. She knew it would be of no use to say anything right now.<br/><br/>Hearing the door slam, the woman turned around and walked away. She needed to calm herself as well, and to try and not get her son in trouble. Hopefully, he would not get himself in trouble and drag Emma along. She also needed to draft a plan for the treatment on her new patient. She really didn't want to take the girl, but someone had to, and she knew nobody else was willing to take on the girl.<br/><br/>Going to her office, the woman started making notes for the upcoming meeting.<br/><br/>Back in Emma's room, the girl heard something, but didn't really wake up fully. She was indeed a heavy sleeper. She did wake up, though, when Len came back to bed and held her. Something in the girl picked up on his tension, and she opened her eyes slowly, a still sleepy expression in them. Noticing that he was angry, Emma hesitated for a moment, before running her fingertips on Len's cheek very softly. "Are you mad at me?", she asked very quietly, hoping that wouldn't be the case. She sounded more inquisitive than painfully insecure as she would have normaly sounded, though.</div>