[ema you're a hot mess, man. Hershel isn't sure how to even deal with this besides stiffly sitting besides her with a somewhat solemn expression. maybe she's in another room at this point or couched idk but he's there can't get rid of him]

You shouldn't fall asleep, you know. I'm fairly certain that's the concussion rule, that and don't get another one, but that's a bridge to cross when we get there.