Well guys, since I'm sick as a dog there only seems to be one logical thing to do:
Write a SwanQueen fic about Regina being sick too and Emma keeping her company.
This is probably shitty, but I don't care. My SwanQueen feels + all the medicine I'm on = THIS.
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Tuesday:

It had been a long time since Regina had last been sick. She forgot how much she absolutely depised it. The constant pressure in her head, sneezing every two minutes, having to blow her nose constantly, and those awful coughing attacks that would wake her up in the middle of the night (when she would actually sleep, that is).
Tissues were piled high in her tiny waste basket. Empty mugs that were once filled with soothing tea lined her bedside table. Over-the-counter medicines cluttered her dresser. This was the messiest Regina had ever let her room get and she couldn't care less. All she wanted to do was get rid of this damned cold.

She knew going out for the weekend was a mistake. It was the most enjoyble weekend she's had in a very long time, but this was just ridiculous.

Friday:
 she felt slightly down, but decided she didn't want to stay in the house seeing how Henry was at his grandparents house and she had the weekend to herself for once. She would try something new and go see a local band that was playing at the bar in the next town over. She actually had a blast and found out they were doing a "double header weekend" and were playing again Saturday. While there she, to her surprise, talked to the band and made friends. The lead singer of the band asked her to come out again. She wasn't sure how she felt about it but told the leather clad woman she would think about it. Well, she thought about it and decided quickly that she would attend.

Saturday:
She arrived at the bar again and was greeted with a hugs from the band and a peck on the lips from the lead singer. It was nice to be welcomed for once. She quite liked this 'scene' . In between sets the singer was complaining that she was completely losing her voice. She asked if anyone could sing and saw the face Regin made when she asked and automatically assumed she could.

"You can sing, can't you! I knew it! Most sexy women can."
Regina tried to deny it. Tried being the opporative word, "Oh no, I couldn't. I mean, I sing in the shower... but, really. I couldn't."

"Oh come on, at lest come up and back me up for a few of the harder songs. You don't have to take lead. But that way I don't have to sing as hard." Jane's eyes got wide eyed, "please!"

She thought about it for a long time. She had never sung in front of a crowd of people before. Would she choke? There was only one way to find out.

"Alright, but I don't want my microphone volume up too high, deal?"

"Deal!" Jane gave Regina a quick kiss and smacked her on the ass, "You're gonna do great, girl!"
That was the thing about jane, she was very forward and Regina liked it. The meaningless pecks Jane would give her, and the platonic ass smakcs she'd give her. Like they've known each other for years. When they see each other she gets a peck on the lips and when she left last night, Jane grabbed her ass and gave it a good squeeze when they hugged, but it meant nothing because Jane just laughed after and high-fived her. She could get used to this kind of friendship. It turned Regina on a bit, but she wouldn't let it get to her. It did make her think, though. Boy, oh boy, did it make her think.

"Can I buy you a drink, honey?" Regina was now at the bar waiting for what felt like an hour for a drink. When the man offered she was almost tempted to take him up on his offer.

"No, thanks. I'll just wait."

"You know, I'm friends with Janey, I'm not trying to hit on you or anything. I mean, I would, you're gorgeous, but I can tell you're not here for that. I'm just trying to be nice, ya know? She told me you were going to sing, a good vodka coats the throat; makes it easier to sing." He said with all sincerity.

"I'm sorry. You're right, though. I'm NOT here for anything like that. That's why I was so, abrupt with you. Forgive me? I'm Regina, you're ... ? "

"Skip."

"Nice to meet you, Skip. Yes, actually, I would like a drink... if you can get a hold of a bartender that would be a miracle, though."

Skip gave her a smile. "Hey! Sammy! I've been waitin' for a year down here. Wanna help me out?"
The young man came running over quickly to Skip and Regina, "What can I get ya, Skip?"

"Two shots of... what're ya drinking?"

"Fireball."

"A whiskey girl. Impressive. Two shots of Fireball, Sam."

"Coming right up."

"Well, it looks like I'm a miracle worker. Just call me Jesus."
Regina couldn't help but laugh.

They did the shot, she sang, the night was perfect. Absolutely perfect. They went to the diner and she didn't get home until almost six in the morning. Regina had never had a better time. Absolutely exhausted, she took a shower and went straight to bed with a smile on her face.

Sunday:
Regina couldn't breathe, her head was pounding, her skin was on fire, everything ached, and her throat hurt. She knew it wasn't a hangover. This was much worse thn a hangover. This was hell in the form of a cold.
"Just great," she wanted to say. She tried to say it, actually, but nothing came out. Her voice was completely shot. Wonderful. Just wonderful.

Was jane sick and when she kissed her she gave her her germs? She didn't want to try and think about it. She just knew she had to get rid of it. She ran to the bathroom and rummaged through her medicine drawer for when Henry would get sick. Tylenol, Mucinex, cough drops, vitamin C... perfect. Everything she needed so she wouldn't have to go out to get it. She took a couple of each, and ran downstairs to start her home remedies.

As she waited for the pot of water to start boiling she couldn't help but think about this past weekend. Even if.. whoever... got her sick, it was somewhat worth it. She also couldn't help and think about Jane in her leather jacket, the ass grabs, and her cute little pecks. Regina really wasn't that attracted to her, but then again, she'd never really been attracted to woman. It did get her thinking, though. What would it be like to be with a woman? Are all womens' lips that soft? Was she going to become obsessed with women in leather now?

"HEY MOM I'M HOME!"
A very happy Henry broke her train of thought. He ran into the kitchen to give her a hug. Regina started flailing her arms. Henry stopped, "What's wrong? You're still in your pajamas, that's weird for you mom."

Regina couldn't respond. She just signed to her throat and opened her mouth and waved a finger signalizing she couldn't talk.

"Wait, you lost your voice? You're sick? Wow, you never get sick. Are you okay? I mean, I know you're not okay, need help?" Henry was adorable. He just wanted to help her. She thought it was sweet.

Regina grabbed a notepad out of the counter drawer and a pen.

Goodmorning, sweety. Hope youhad a good time. No, I'm fine. I already took some medicine and am boiling water for the steam right now. I'll be okay. Hopefully I get my voice back soon. Go upstairs, make sure your homework is done, and put all of your dirty clothes in the wash.

"Okay, well, if you want help or whatever, just yell for me," Henry started to walk away and turned on his heel, "...or, just come knock on my door. I forgot you can't talk."

Regina gave him a thumbs up and he was off.

The water was boiling. She turned the flame off and made herself a towel tent, sticking her face as close to the hot water as possible. She was hopeful this works, so she wouldn't have to go to a doctor.

She hated doctors.
Almost as much as she hated being sick.