Emma wakes up the next morning due to the smell of bacon. She don't even remember going to sleep. Usually the smell of food would excite her, would make her run towards it. Instead Emma runs to the bathroom to empty out her stomach contents which isn't much because she never finished her meal from yesterday at Regina's.
Just like that shes remembering Regina, her heart yearns for her, but her mind is telling her firmly, NO. Her brain is telling her to stay away. The inner battle is literally making her sick. She heaves again and leans back over the toilet. This time she sits back on her legs and cries.
"Oh Emma" Mary Margaret says as she rushes into the bathroom. "Are you alright?" She asks as she reaches down and place a hand on Emma's forehead.
Emma shakes her head no. "I'm...I'm fine..." Emma lies as she cries.
Mary Margaret sighs. "You are not fine Emma, but it's going to be okay, why don't we get you back in bed huh?" She asks but she don't wait for an answer as she helps Emma up on her feet and across the hall back to Emma's bed room. Yes, she considers it Emma's bedroom now, she made up her mind that she would never ask Emma to leave until she was ready to. Emma could stay until she was 50 if she wanted to. Mary Margaret notices that Emma didn't make it all the way to the toilet in time and that there is now throw up on the pajamas Emma is wearing. "Sweetie, you are going to have to take these off, I can get you another pair. There is throw up on this" She explains. Emma is still crying and it literally breaks her heart. Why is this teen so damaged she wonders.
"You don't have to take care of me, I can just put on my clothes from yesterday, I don't want to mess up your things" Emma cries.
"Don't you worry about that Emma. Let me take care of you, I want to. I want you to feel better. Can you take these pajamas off, I will get you a clean pair okay sweetie?" She asks.
Emma can't help but think how nice Mary Margaret is. She has doubts that Mary Margaret would kill a fly given the chance. Emma finds herself nodding her head agreeing to a new pair of pajamas. Mary Margaret smiles and eagarily announces that she will be back with a clean set of pajamas.
