He removed his hand, "Someone hit you that much is clear."
Emma felt anger bubble up in her stomach, "No one hit me, it was the car accident."
"Right" he snorted.
She got out of bed again "It's none of your business."
"So someone did hit you."
She slumped over in defeat she felt the tears well up in her eyes and angrily swiped at them even though they didn't exist yet. Frank got up to comfort her but she slipped out the door before he could. He sat there puzzled, where did she think she was going?
A few minutes later Emma, who was blindly running through the maze like halls with hot tears falling down her cheeks, ran into Riff Raff. Riff Raff grabbed her to steady her and backed up a bit to assess the situation.
"Sorry!" she said, startled
"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be asleep?"
"I-I don't" she began but then she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Emma?" a voice behind her said and her eyes widened, in her state of panic she could have sworn it was Johnny's voice. Her head began to spin, what was he doing here, had he followed her? What was she going to do? And the world went dark.
She woke up on the floor of the hall with Riff Raff and Frank looking over her. A strange sense of déjà vu swept over her as she began to calm down a bit.
"Ok, what is going on?" Frank demanded as he helped her sit up.
"I thought you were Johnny" she murmured.
"Is that the man who hit you?" Frank said with a hint of sympathy in his voice.
"Yes" she hung her head in defeat.
"Well no matter we need to clean up some of your cuts, they opened when you fell" he picked her up and started down the hall.
"Whoa there soldier I can walk" she said struggling against him.
Frank giggled "not while I have a hold of you I'm afraid."
"God damn" Emma said with a hint of humor in her previously panicked voice.
They reached the lab after winding through many halls, passing one or two rooms filled with music and people doing some, well uh, inappropriate activities. She had freaked out at first but Frank had insisted that his guests where just having a little bit of fun. Well one thing is for sure she was glad she wasn't a part of this "fun" he spoke of.
They had finally reached the lab as Frank had called it and he set her down on the same table she had been on before. He and Riff Raff carefully fixed up the cuts on her arms and abdomen, then Frank's eyes got all big like he had an idea.
"How would you like to see my theatre" he said with excitement.
"You're what? What is this slang for, because I feel like its slang for something?"
"It's not slang for anything I have an actual theatre, wait where did your mind go?" he said winking at her.
"Uh sure, the actual theater and nowhere my brain is still in my skull I'm afraid." She said all this with a big smile; Frank rolled his eyes at that.