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Emma had been knocked out for a while thanks to the numerous medications her mother had her taking. Emma had unplugged the clock a while ago because the light was bugging her. When she finally woke up, she had no idea what time it was. She crept out of her room, and into the silent apartment. She assumed David was out at work, and Henry was at school. As she crept down the stairs, she heard the timer go off. She was startled by it, and almost fell down the stairs.
"Emma? You awake?" asked Ruby from downstairs.
At first Emma thought her ears were plugged from the flu, but soon realized that it was Ruby in her apartment.
"Ruby?" Emma asked.
"I figured I'd give your uh- Mary Margret a break. She went for a short walk, said she'd be back in time to take the cookies out of the oven." Ruby got up and made her way over to the oven. "I guess I should probably take these out before they burn."
"David set off the smoke alarm last week making toast."
"That doesn't surprise me. One time he dropped a torch and almost started a forrest fire," Ruby said while taking the baking sheet out. "For someone who's so good with a sword, he can be surprisingly klutzy."
Just as Ruby finished her sentence, the door opened.
"How was the walk?" Ruby asked as she set down the baking tray.
"It was nice to get out. Is Emma awake?" she asked as she noticed the blonde sitting in the kitchen. "Sleep well?"
"I didn't have to get up to puke if that's what you're asking," replied Emma's scratchy voice.
Mary Margret rolled her eyes, and took off her coat.
"I should probably get back to work if I want to catch the end of the lunch rush." Ruby slipped off the oven mitts and headed for the door. "When you're feeling better, you should come by for a grilled cheese."
Before she left, Mary Margret whispered to Ruby, "Thanks for watching her."
"If you need me again, you know where to find me," said Ruby as she walked out the door.
Mary Margret closed the door, and then took a seat next to Emma.
"I'm twenty-eight, and yet my mother still thinks I need a baby-sitter," Emma remarked sarcastically.
Ignoring her, Mary Margret asked, "Do you need anything?"
"A better immune system would be nice."
"Ha ha, very funny. I'm going to go grab the thermometer and see if your fever is getting any better," Mary Margret said as she got up and left the room.