Merry Christmas my lovelies! ~ Jasmine

Chapter 12

Emma woke up in a hospital bed, with a killer headache and her stomach was hurting as well. She opened her eyes and saw her mother asleep in a plastic chair, but no dad and no August. "Mom?"

Mary woke up and saw her daughter. "Emma." Mary reached up and stroked her hair. "Are you okay babe?"

Emma nodded, then made room for her mom to get in bed with her. "That chair looks really uncomfortable mom. Lay with me?"

"Okay hun." She said, then climbed in bed next to her daughter. "Do you wanna talk about what happened?"

The memories were rushing back to her mind, she needed to cry, but didn't want to. "I'm fine." She mumbled.

"Babe, you're not fine, and that's okay." Mary looked at Emma and saw her fighting off the tears. "It's okay to cry."

Her bottom lip began to quiver, so her mom hugged her and that was it for Emma, she couldn't hold in her tears anymore. She sobbed into her mothers chest for what felt like forever.

Eventually she ran out of tears and she looked up at her mother. "Now tell me, do you wanna talk about it?"

"When I woke up in that room and I saw him, I-I thought it was another nightmare." She took a deep breath. "I kept saying that it-it was just a dream and they laughed." She said then looked down. "I was begging for you or dad to j-just wake m-me up." She said refusing to make eye contact with her mother.

Mary noticed her reluctance to make eye contact. "Look at me babe." Emma shook her head. Mary placed two fingers under her daughters chin and lifted it up.

"I'm sorry mom."

Mary was confused. "For what?"

"I'm causing s-so much trouble, you should've gotten a normal kid, not me, I-I'm just broken."

Mary looked at her daughter and saw the sadness in her eyes. "Emma Swan, you are not broken, you've been through a lot, but that does not make you broken. Do you understand?" She asked her seriously and Emma shrugged. "I need you to understand this babe."

"I understand mom." Mary hugged her daughter.

*OUAT*

After a few days in the hospital, Emma is finally discharged and gets to go home. "Is it time to go yet?" She asked her parents impatiently.

"Em, be patient, we have to wait for the nurse."

Emma groaned. "But I'm ready to go, I miss my bed." She whined.

"Emma, just wait for the nurse to bring the wheelchair." Her dad told her.

She rolled her eyes at the mention of the wheelchair. She knows it's procedure, she's been through this enough times, it just sucks. "It's not like they broke my legs." She mumbled.

"Emma." Her mother warned.

"Sorry."

Moments later the nurse walked in with a wheelchair. She came over to Emma to help her into the chair.

"I can walk." Emma told her.

The nurse smiled at her. "Emma, you hurt your ribs badly, you shouldn't be walking at all, at least not for a few weeks. I've told you this 3 times."

Emma rolled her eyes. "I'm not the one that did it." She mumbled under her breath.

"Em, please just let her help you into the wheelchair." Mary said.

She reluctantly nodded. "Fine." The nurse then helped her into the chair, ignoring Emma's dirty looks and then her dad pushed a very pouty Emma outside.

Once they got to the truck, Emma tried getting up to get in the truck, but her dad stopped her. "Uh-uh."

"What?"

"She said no walking." David told her.

Her jaw almost dropped to the ground. "Dad, it's like 2 steps."

"I'll just have to pick you up." He told her nonchalantly.

"Not happening." She told him, but he ignored her and picked her up. "Dad!" She whined. "Put me down!" She said laughing.

By the time they were all in the car their laughter died down a bit. Then Emma started to worry as to why her brother wasn't there and her mom noticed that she looked a little upset. "What are you thinking about babe?" Mary asked her, sweeping Emma's hair behind her ear.

"Where's Auggie?"

"He's at the house making lunch, why?"

Emma sighed. "Is he mad at me?"

"Why would he be mad at you hun?" Mary asked.

"Because I didn't tell him that Ingrid was here." She said and looked down.

Mary pulled her daughter closer to her, then Emma laid her head on her mothers. "Why didn't you tell him?"

"I just… I didn't want him to worry. If he would've found out, then he would've flipped out and it's not like he could do anything." She said and shrugged.

Mary pulled her daughter into a hug. "I don't think he's mad at you babe, but you might have to talk to him about it. He's probably a little upset, but I doubt he's mad."

Emma nodded and hugged her mother, before they knew it, they were at home and August was standing in the front yard, holding a sign that read: 'Welcome Home Ducky!'

Emma smiled and looked at her parents. "I love you guys."

"And we love you princess." David told her. "Let's get you inside." He said lifting her up and carrying her to the door.

"You know dad, we don't necessarily have to do what the nurse told us to. I could walk and she'd never know." She told her father hopefully.

"I don't think so." Mary said from behind them.

Emma fake pouted. "Nice try Ducky." August said, lifting her out of her dad's arms. "Let's get you inside."

Once August sat Emma on the couch he tried to walk away, but she grabbed his hand. "Auggie, are you mad at me?"

"Honestly?" Emma nodded. "I want to be mad, but I can't, it's nearly impossible for me to stay mad at you Ducky."

Emma's eyes began to water up. "I'm really sorry Auggie, I should have told you."

"None of that Ducky, no tears." He said wiping her tears away. "Can I ask why you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't want you to worry, you worry all the time and it's-it's... you shouldn't have to worry."

August smiled at his sister. "It's my job to worry Em." He said, then pulled her into a hug. "I love you Ems, more than anything."

"I love you too."

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