Emma drops her phone onto the couch, sighing and flopping down onto it, scooting over so that her head is in Neal's lap and she's looking up at him. She just lies there, staring up at him until he finds her more interesting than his book and he marks the page, setting it down on the side table and beginning to comb through her hair with his fingers.
He looks down at her, smiling a little bit. "Well, that was dramatic," he states, looking down at her and rubbing his hand across her forehead once again. "'Dear diary, today I threw up three times and managed to avoid doing it on any living things,'" he states, making her groan and roll over so that her head was buried into his stomach.
He makes a face, putting his hand on her shoulder, the other one on the side of her head. He knows that if he wasn't able to make her laugh, she much probably be feeling pretty bad. He slowly moves his hand so that it's going up and down her shoulder, rubbing it slowly. "Do you wanna go to the doctor?" he asks, but she shakes her head as best she can.
She never wants to go to the doctor. He should've known better than to ask, because unless it would prevent people from taking her seriously, she would not want to go to see Whale. He looks down at her, slightly concerned as he can feel the heat from her face on his stomach.
He runs his fingers through her hair slowly, looking down at her. "Does it hurt, or does it just feel nasty?" he asks but she doesn't answer. Instead, she buries her face further into his stomach. He lets out a short grunt before relaxing completely. "I'm calling Whale," he states, reaching over and picking up his phone.
Emma sits up a little bit better, slamming her hand over his copy of To Kill a Mockingbird so that he won't be able to reach his phone, which was placed directly beneath it. He looks over at her and sees the fear in her eyes. "I'll ask if he can make a house call, but Em, you need to get checked out," he tells her, brushing her sweat-soaked hair out of her eyes.
She slowly moves her hand back and he smiles at her, allowing her to move back to where she was before he dials the hospital's phone number. She looks up at him anxiously, hoping that Whale says he can come. She knows, even while her mind is clouded with illness and medicine, that Neal will get her to a doctor whether or not they were coming to them.
Emma tries to pick up bits and pieces of the phone call as he continues to talk to Whale. "No, that's too late. You need to come now," he states and she listens as Whale debates with him over the other line until Neal sighs and hangs up the phone.
She looks at him nervously and he looks at her apologetically, helping her to sit up. As if on cue, she bolts into the bathroom and locks the door behind her before rushing to the toilet and losing what little amounts of water and medicine she had ingested that day.
As she finishes, practically collapsing against the cool bathtub wall, she hears Neal pounding on the door and calling for her to let him in. She undoes the lock with her magic and he rushes in, putting his hand on her back and reaching up to flush the toilet. He looks at her, breathing shakily in fear almost as bad as she is.
Her face is already red and streaked with emotionless tears just as they become something uncontrollable and she starts shaking with sobs. Immediately upon registering what's happening, Neal pulls her against his chest and closes his eyes. He doesn't say anything, mostly because he doesn't know what to say.
After a few minutes, she starts coughing again and he leans back, leaving his hands on her shoulders. "Look at me, okay?" he asks sweetly, rubbing her arm up and down slowly. "Whale can't come, apparently he's not allowed to right now because of some rule," he states, breaking his sentences apart slowly to give her time to understand. "I'm gonna take you to the doctor's office. I'm not going to let them hurt you," he tells her and she nods, leaning back against him.
Slowly, he manages to get her up and take her back out to the car and all the way to the hospital for Whale to take care of her the right way.