This one reminds me of a time when I did something quite similar to what Emmadid... Anyway, enjoy!
Neal looks away from Belle for one minute, over to Emma, only to see her hand covered in a bloody bandage. This time, his doesn't wanna even finish the conversation with his step-mother (sorta) and walks over to Emma. "Jeez, Em, what'd you do?" he asks, sitting across from her in the booth.
Meanwhile, everybody is in the same clothes they've been wearing for the past few weeks, including him with his shirt that has a bullet hole through it, so he doesn't really have any talking rights when it comes to wearing dirty clothes...
She looks up at him from her hot cocoa, which is being held by her right hand rather than her left, which proves that not only is it bleeding, but it hurts. "I may or may not have lost it in the bathroom and punched the mirror. I didn't break it, but I might've broken my hand, so..." she says, scrunching up her nose.
He sighs at her, closing his eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation. He also kind of hope that she doesn't tell him what got her upset because then he might get upset and won't be able to help her with her hand because his hand might be screwed up. "Lemme see?" he asks and she holds out her hand to him.
He takes the bandage wrap off of it and tilts his head to the side. "You didn't even clean it off, did you?" he asks and she shakes her head, chuckling a little bit. Henry runs over to them, looking at Emma's hand before widening his eyes in shock, letting the shock set in, then running off back to Regina and pulling on her shirt. "Yeah, he gets that from you," Neal says before getting up and walking away.
Emma opens her mouth, wondering if he was just being really, really random, or if he was gonna come back. She took the bandage, which already had bleed through and was already a little damp on the other side with blood, and attempted to wrap her hand back up with her one good hand. "Now I know how Hook feels," she mumbles, trying to use her mouth to do it, but gets nowhere.
Less than thirty seconds later, she looks up to see the one and only Neal Cassidy looking at her like she's lost her mind. "What're you doing?" he asks, holding a bowl of water and a roll of paper towels. She looks up at him, ready to come up with an excuse, but he just shakes his head at her and sits down again. "Never mind, I don't wanna know. Lemme see it again," he says, reaching out for her hand, which she hands over without a fight.
She watches as he unwraps it- even though she didn't get too far, anyway- and looks up at her, smiling apologetically. "I gotta clean it before I can see if it's broken... It's not gonna be fun, sorry," he says, taking one of the paper towels and dipping it in the water before putting it on her hand. She winces, biting her lip as her face scrunches up in pain.
He looks up at her, letting go of her hand for just a second to grab her other one, squeezing it lightly and tilting his head to the side. "You okay?" he asks, watching for a response as she nods, opening her eyes. He squeezes her hand once more before letting go and proceeding to wash the blood off of her hands, only to reveal a bruise covering the span of her knuckles.
The process of poking around at it and having her ball her hand into a fist is enough to make even him wince and he's the one doing it. "What time does the clinic close here?" Neal asks, looking up at her from her hand, which stays in its spot in his.
Emma makes a thinking face, one that shows that she is, in fact, thinking. "I think around midnight," she says and he nods, looking over at her and smiling. "Let's go," he says, standing and reaching for her good hand to help her up. They walk over to her parents and explain what happened and then they go, getting into the bug.
Emma starts to walk over to the driver's side of the car, but Neal stops her. "Nope. You have a hurt hand. I'm driving," he says, holding out his hand for her keys. She rolls her eyes, using her good hand to pull them out of her back pocket and handing them over to him. He smiles at her, going into the other side of the car and driving off to the hospital.
Whale's there the second they get in, ready to see her as soon as she's ready to be seen. "Oh God," Neal hears her mumble as he fills out the paperwork. He reaches over and grabs her hand, holding it tightly without taking his eyes off of the clipboard. He can hear her breathing calm down as he holds her hand, which makes her smile.
Neal lets go of her hand when he has to get up, bringing it up to his lips and giving it a quick kiss before going. Emma smiles up at him as he goes and gives the paperwork to the secretary person. He takes it back when he sits back down and holds it until she has to go in. "Do you want me to go in, or should I wait out here?" he asks as she stands up when Whale calls her name, her hand still in his as she stands.
She closes her eyes for a quick second before tugging on his hand silently, a silent plea for him to come with her. Whale has her sit on the big doctor table and he looks at her hand. "So, you punched a mirror, huh?" he asks, poking her hand a little bit. It's not like she's gonna respond as she's sitting, her teeth gritted and her face scrunched up in pain, all the while squeezing Neal's hand so hard that she'll be surprised if he doesn't need to get his hand checked next.
Whale nods, sitting back on his spinny doctor chair (a/n: love those btw) and looks up at her. "It's not looking too great, Ms. Swan. I'm gonna go order an x-ray if that's okay?" he asks, looking over at Neal because Emma's still obviously in great amounts of pain. Neal nods as Whale stares up at Emma, wishing he could get her some pain medication or something. "I'll come get you when it's ready," he says, leaving the room.
Neal hops off of the table, standing in front of Emma and pulling her into his arms. Her forehead immediately goes to rest against his chest and his hand goes to her back, rubbing it in slow and calming circles. "You okay?" he asks, pulling away as she calms down, hearing her breathing steady. She nods, wiping a few tears from her eyes. "Do you need anything? It sounds like we could be here for a long time," he says, putting his hands on her arms.
She swallows quickly, trying to breathe a little bit better instead of dealing with double-breathing, something that she's always hated. "Can we get something to eat?" she asks and Neal nods, taking her hand to help her down and walking over to the vending machine across the hall from their clinic room.
Neal looks over at her, who is carefully assessing all of her options. "Apollo bar or M&M's?" he asks, smiling at her. She chuckles, realizing that she has definitely got overprotective parents as he teases her, knowing that she prefers M&M's over Apollo bars.
He hands her the little bag of M&M's, walking back to their room, standing outside so that they don't get in trouble after reading the sign that says in bold letters that there are no food or drinks allowed in the room. Whale walks over to them, beckoning them over to him. Emma looks over at Neal, who takes the bag from her, holding both that, his chocolate bar, and her coat in one hand so that he could hold her hand with his other one.
They walk down the hallway to radiology. Neal's never actually been in one of these rooms, so he thinks it's pretty awesome, but he knows that he needs to be there for Emma, not looking around at the different kinds of gadgets.
Whale has her sit down on a stool, a heavy piece of fabric, one that looks like what the dentist makes you wear for x-rays on her lap and her hand on the table. Whale moves it around in weird ways, taking many different pictures. By the time they can leave the room, Emma's in tears again, her whole body shaking with cries.
Neal goes over to her, seeing that not only is she crying, but her nose is starting to turn blue because of how cold she is. He takes her jacket off of where it's hanging on his arm and puts it on her before wrapping his arms around her shoulders and leading her out of the room. "It's okay. It's over now," he whispers, his arms around her as he had thrown away the candies in the X-ray room, seeing as they were beginning to melt for some odd reason.
Whale leads them into the same clinic room as before, sticking the X-ray onto a glowing screen and looking over it. "Yeah, you have, like, at least three breaks. Maybe four or five. How hard did you hit that thing?!" he asks, walking over to the cabinet and taking out a splint, putting it on her hand without a comment and leaving the room.
Neal smiles at her as they leave the hospital. They get in the car, Neal driving behind Granny's, seeing that it's now closed and the lights are all off. "Okay, then. Let's get you home," he says, driving her home, around the other side of Granny's and pulling into her apartment building's parking lot.
Emma looks over at him as he stops the car and pulls the keys out of the ignition. "Thank you for taking care of me tonight," she says, looking over at him and smiling. He nods, handing her the keys. "Wanna come spend the night with me? It'll probably be lonely in your hotel room and I don't wanna sleep alone tonight," she says, tilting her head to the side.
Neal smiles at her, taking a minute to think about it before responding. "I would love to," he says, smiling over at her. Her smile gets bigger as he talks. She reaches over the center console in the car and kisses him quickly before opening the door and going upstairs as quickly as she can without running because Neal said not to run.