With days passing since the concussion, she’d gathered her strength enough to walk around, albeit sluggishly. Her head didn’t quite feel like it was going to split in two the second someone opened their mouth and she could at least walk without worrying she’d fall down the stairs, she considered it a win. With all due respect to Waverly, injured or not, it was Emerson’s job to head this group.
“For those of you,” she tried to say once she reached the front of the room, but the words tangled on her tongue. She shook her head once more. “For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Emerson Tulach. I’m heading this group. If there are things you need, bring them forth. I only ask that you keep it strictly to essentials, such as food and any allergies that you have, water, and clothes. If you need to check on your loved ones, give me names and I’ll see about asking around about them. If you have medications that you need to take, tell me and I will tell our surgeon.” Her head throbbed, but she still stood. Her balance wavered just a bit and it took every ounce of strength to stand still. “This is a bad situation and while I’m not at liberty to divulge the nature of it, just bear with us.”