Neal jolted up from his place across the couch, almost falling to the floor when he does. He scrambled to take his place at her side, his hand reaching for hers while the nurses rushed around him. He paces at her side as they move her, keeping her hand in his.

"I'm here. I'm here. It'll be perfect. you got this Emma." He smiled at her, keeping himself strong, ready to take whatever she has to dish his way. He'll be her support; both of their support.