Disgust presses the button immediately.

"Absolutely not," Noor looks at the first aider like she’s mad.

"Come on, Noor," Ayan smirks. "I promise I won’t drop you."

Anger reaches over for the button but Joy stops her. Lord knows that if Anger gets to that button, hell will be unleashed on Ayan in this very classroom.

"It’s the only way," the old first-aider explains calmly.

"Why does she have to become paralysed like this?" Sadness asks.

"What if she never gets better?" Fear questions, his voice frantic. "What if she becomes like that Oakley girl and stays paralysed forever?"

"She will get better," Joy reassures her. "She always does." She turns to Sadness and bends down slightly. "You know why she’s like this, Sadness. Her brain doesn’t work the way it should, resulting in temporary paralysis," she reminds, putting emphasis on the word temporary for Fear’s sake.

Sadness nods slowly.

Anger reaches over again but with more force. Luckily, Joy is still able to stop him—just barely.

"Somebody restrain this girl!" Joy cries out.

Embarrassment hears her plea and walks over. She picks Anger up, her large soft arms keep her restrained despite Anger’s protest.

Joy sighs and looks at Embarrassment gratefully, "Thank you, Embarrassment!" she smiles widely.

"You could always move the tables," Noor suggests.

"That would be a lot of hassle," the first-aider says.

Noor narrows her eyes at the lady but she doesn’t seem to notice as she is too busy singing Ayan’s praises for suggesting such a ridiculous idea.

"Is this even allowed?" Disgust asks.

"It’ll be perfectly safe," the lady assures.

Noor grips onto the chair she’s sitting on. "Fine."

Joy sighs in somewhat relief. Disgust scoffs, "Seriously? Hell no-"

"Disgust," Joy grabs her arms gently but firmly.

Disgust looks at Joy for a moment before rolling her eyes, "Fine."

"I hate you. You know that, right?" Noor says as she lifts her arms up.

"You love me," Ayan bends down and wraps his arms around her.

He smells good, Noor thinks, why does he smell good?

"Uh oh," all of the emotions say.

"Okay," Joy says. "Nobody touch anything. It’s a moment of weakness is all."

Ayan lifts her with ease.

Disgust presses the button before Noor can dwell on how easily he hoisted her up.

Embarrassment steps in and pushes down the large button too.

Anger almost steps in too but Joy glares at her and she rolls her eyes but doesn’t fight.

Ayan weaves around the tables that crowd the small classroom and Noor wraps around slightly tighter to his neck.

Ayan laughs, "Would you relax? I’m not going to drop you."

"I trust you as far as I can throw you."

"I feel so hurt."

"Hm."

Ayan sets her down on the wheelchair outside of the classroom. Noor inspects the wheelchair. Yeah, they definitely would have not been able to wheel that in. They would have been able to if they were to move the tables around like she had suggested.

"Thanks, I guess," Noor mutters. "I owe you one.."

"Is that-Is that manners I hear? Directed at me?" Ayan feigns surprise. "I feel so honoured-"

"Shut up," Noor rolls her eyes.

"Idiot," the emotions say in unison.

(Based off of a memory that Noor shares with Ayan. Scene is based off of my WIP.)