"Emma!" Matthew called out and ran over to Emma, laughing manically on the floor, clutching her head. "Are you hurt?" He exclaimed, carefully tilting her head forward and inspecting her skull for any damage. She is still laughing hard when he deems she is okay.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket and turns the flashlight on, "Emma, look into the light for me," Matt commands, and Emma continues to chuckle to herself as she follows his demands, checking to ensure she doesn't have a concussion. "You alright? Do you have any aspirin or Tylënol?" He asks, and Emma nods, "I have a travel thing in my purse." She points to the bag, and he nods.
Matt heads towards the small desk in Emma's room and pulls open her purse. It is half the size of an average woman's handbag with three pockets for him
