[SEASONAL EVENT] Begging for Mercy

Emmett Daddy's supposed to put bread on the table Daddy's gone and your mama ain't able Emmett was lost somewhere between the Rathskeller and a much darker, nondescript place. Not the same dark as Longnight, but something imposed, forced; a dark he could not chase away with a lantern or avoid inside. It was in him, a part of him, threatening to become all of him if he did not fight. He heard voices, vaguely. Phoebe, his siblings, others he didn't recognise...the sounds of a door opening and closing and strange noises within his own body of movement and cutting. But they were like sounds going on in a room next door, not a part of his own life. Slowly though, they grew louder. His senses came back one by one; first smell. The distinct scent of alcohol, then sound: a general hum and the much clearer voice of Phoebe. Touch was the worst as it brought with it all the pain in his body which made him make his first noise since collapsing, a pained groan. Then he tasted the blood in his mouth and opened his aching eyes to see a blurry Phoebe above him asking...something. Spitting blood and with a pounding headache, Emmett tried to sit up; but with the wounds on his middle and the broken arm he didn't get very far before he fell back onto the table with a loud thump and yelled in pain.