It was a cold blustery day in Storybrooke Maine.
Mr. Gold stood in front of his pawn shop counter waiting for any customers or upset fairy tale people to come bursting in, tracking in the thick wet snow with them.
He sniffled and scratched his nose with his hand. This blasted stuffy nose, sore throat and headache had been bothering him all day and seemed to be getting worse.
A burst of fresh air and the tingling of the bell above the door tore Gold's thoughts from his aching body.
Belle walked to the counter and leaned up against it.
"Hi." She said with a shy smile.
"Hello Belle. What brings you to the shop?" He asked, causing Belle to giggle.
"Well, I came to see you of course!" And then noticing how he was sniffling, said "Gold, I think you're sick!'Why would you come to work?" Gold sighed.
"Well I can't just close up shop because I'm feeling a little under the weather." Belle grabbed his hand and led him around the counter. She went to the door and flipped the 'open' sign to 'closed' .
"What are you doing?" Gold asked, walking backwards toward the counter. Belle yanked him forward.
"I'm taking you home. You are sick and you need care." Belle said, the tone of her voice told him that her mind was made up.
I was thinking of doing a longer chapter where Belle takes care of Mr. Gold.
What do you think?