Emma's point of view

Morgana starts to cry, and she squirms in the bed. The moon has been down for around ten minutes. She screams, and shoots up, tears flowing down her face. She is breathing at a rapid pace.

A moment later, I start to rub her back to sooth her. She looks at me.

I say, "It's okay. Whatever it is was only a dream."

She takes some deep breaths, and then says, "Did I get drunk, or did I get mooned? For some reason I hope the first reason."

I say, "Mooned."

She says, "I'm sorry I kissed you."

I say, "You were under the moons spell. You're still crying; are you okay?"

She snuggles up to me, wrapping her arms around me, and places her head on my shoulder. She says, "No."

I wrap an arm around her and rest my head on hers.

I say, "Do you want to talk about the nightmare you had?"

Morgana says, "No."

I say, "You're stubborn."

Morgana says, "I enjoy being stubborn. Let me clean up your face."

She gets off the bed, and goes to the bathroom. She returns next to me with a towel. Slowly and gently she starts to remove lipstick from my forehead.

Curious I say, "How's your stomach?"

She says, "No pain, yet."

Good. She starts removing lipstick from my cheek.

Wondering about her parents, I say, "May I ask about your parents?"

She says, "They were amazing people. Not caring what I like or who. I didn't have hide before."

She starts to tear up, and starts to clean my lips.

Morgana continues, "That was the best part, getting to be me. I don't care what others think. They took care of me despite…"

She clears off her own make up.

I say, "Despite what?"

She says, "Despite… me liking… girls."

She tries to get up to leave the room, but I grab her arm. Keeping her from standing up.

I say, "It's okay. I don't care."

She says, "You don't?"

I say, "Who are you hiding from?"

She says, "My aunt."

I say, thinking of what my parents would think, "That sucks." I say realizing how pretty Morgana can get, "Anyways, you look pretty without makeup on."

I smile appears onto her face.

Here goes nothing… I sigh, and push my lips onto hers.

I pull away and say, "Sorry."

She says, "Do you actually like me that way?"

I say, "Yes. Do you like me?"

Morgana nods, and says, "I don't mean to ruin a romantic moment, but I'm going to throw up."

We walk to the washroom, and I hold her hair as she throws up.

Lewis walks into the bathroom and says, "Morgana, should I call a doctor?"

She stands up and says, "No, I'm okay."

Concerned I say, "Morgana you're sick and need a doctor."

Morgana says, "I'm fine. It will go away."

I say, "Lewis, can you Rikki and Cleo start to clean up?"

Lewis walks off.

I say, "We both like each other, can we date in secret?"

She says, "I'm okay with that."

We go help clean, and when Elliot wakes up he helps too.


AN: 1. Do you think Morgana will go to a doctor? 2. Do you think a doctor could help her?