Regina groaned as the sunlight streamed through her window, blinding the exhausted woman. Another pain-filled sleepless night for the Evil fucking Queen. The Mayor threw back the covers and sat up - coughing instantly and holding her torso. She'd had the small cold for a little more than two days; barely being able to do anything but sleep and cough. Her throat aching, burning in pain at night, and making it hard to breath during the day.
After five hours of writhing in pain within the bed, the doorbell rang. Regina cursed silently, the shrill sound echoing through out the Mayoral mansion. Swinging her feet off the side, she held her breath as she rose to her feet. Her hands caressed the wall softly and delicately as she walked into the hallway. The sound rang again - prompting the Mayor to scream "I'm coming!", hating herself not a second later for the strain to her throat. She carefully made her way down the steps and through the foyer; weakly opening the door to none other than Emma Swan.
"What do you want?" The brunette choked out. Her face as white as a ghost and her body frail behind her purple silk robe.
"Henry told me you were sick." Emma said softly. Her gaze fell all over Regina, taking in her tattered appearance.
"It's a head cold -" Before Regina could finish her sentence, the blonde was already making her way through the foyer. "Ms. Swan!" She growled. Her tone menacing, but the weakness of her voice making her sound like a lost puppy. Emma ignored her cries and made a beeline for the kitchen. She began opening and closing cabinet doors, searching as if she was Indiana Jones. The Mayor followed her quietly and crossed her arms near the counter. "What the hell are you doing?" She questioned, pushing a shaking hand through her short locks.
"Keeping a promise. I told Henry I'd take care of you." Emma smiled in triumph as she pulled out a box of cereal from the cabinet. "What do you take in your coffee?" She asked. Emma sat the box on the counter and turned back to the Mayor, feeling her breath hitch as she saw Regina with her head down. "Regina?" Emma said loudly. Within a split second, Regina's body slumped to the side as she collapsed to the ground; her face colliding with the floor in a thump.
"Regina!" Emma screamed, rushing around the counter to the unconscious Mayor. The brunette's torso and arms shook violently and uncontrollably. "Regina! Can you hear me?!" The Sheriff pleaded again, rolling Regina slowly onto her back. After a few seconds, the shaking stopped, Regina's eyes opening softly as a groan escaped her lips. "Regina, answer me! Can you hear me?!" Emma repeated. The Mayor hesitated a moment before her eyes shot open in a flash.
"M-Ms. Swan, w-what happened?" She mumbled, her tone soft and filled with fear. The Sheriff let her hand brush across Regina's forehead, her fingertips caressing the hot skin lightly.
"Regina, I think you had a seizure. You've got a huge fever." She said calmly, laying her hand across Regina's stomach.
"W-what? What are you saying? How did I get on the floor?" The Mayor whispered, tears rolling down her face in confusion.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
A/N February 1st 2016 - this is an old story I wrote after I had a seizure. I've gone back and revamped a lot of the old chapters (which unfortunately were written before I developed my current writing style.) I'll be updating this story to completion from now on though!