February 24th 2017

Emma sighed as she shifted positions, dropping back against the pillow with a huff, using the device at her side to lift the bed so she was sat up comfortably. She was miserable and uncomfortable and desperate to get up and go for a walk. Regina had forbidden her to move from the bed, aside from getting up to use the bathroom, and although she was bored out of her mind, she figured she had better listen. Regina had even told the blonde that she was not allowed to get up to shower unless there was someone with her, not willing to risk another seizure and potential drowning if she was alone.

She groaned at the ache in her back from spending the last few days relatively immobile and looked at the clock to see when Regina was due back to allow her to shower. She'd been gone about twenty minutes already, having had taken Henry to school to make sure he had actually turned up. The first couple of days of the week, Regina had allowed Henry to stay in the hospital with Emma, who after another a seizure when she had woken, was kept in the hospital for monitoring. The Wednesday and Thursday had seen Henry visiting Emma in his school uniform and then pretending to go to school, before returning to the hospital when he was sure his other mother had gone to work.

That would have continued to work had Regina not brought Emma lunch from Granny's on the Thursday and walked in on Henry making a mad dash to the en-suite to hide when he heard her heels. Henry and Emma had both been given a stern talking to and after Regina had called Snow to come and take Henry back to school, the ever professional mayor had informed Emma that she 'may be sick but Henry's education came first'. Emma had been surprised then when Regina had broken down, telling Emma through her tears about how worried she was the past week.

The blonde smiled as she heard the tell-tale sign of the brunette walking down the corridor and turned as the door creaked open. Regina was smiling, holding up a box of pastries from Storybrooke's only bakery and a tray of coffees. The former evil queen had been relatively meek and quiet since the previous morning and had decided to take a few more days off to spend time with her son and his mother. Emma's grin as she walked in the door caused butterflies to explode in her stomach, stopping her in her tracks to just look at the woman and she mentally cursed at herself for allowing her crush on the woman to distract her from what was going on.

She moved to sit down on the chair next to Emma's bed before Emma shifted to the side and patted the bed to allow Regina to sit beside her. When she did, Emma rested her head on her shoulder, humming in content as Regina handed her a cup. She was surprised to see that Emma hadn't reached for the pastries, expecting the smile she had given had been aimed at the pastries. It was a pleasant surprise that she had ignored the sugary treat in favour of comfort from the brunette.

"So have you spoken to Whale? Does he have any answers for you yet?" Emma frowned at the wall in front of her, taking the proffered coffee and shaking her head at the bear claw that Regina picked out and offered her, making Regina hide a smile.

"Gina, stop worrying. It was just an infection. I am fine. Now the sooner I can get out of here the sooner I can get back to Boston…"

"…over my dead body!" Emma raised her brow as Regina interrupted her and she chuckled, shaking her head.

"I was going to say, I'm going so I can pack up my things, but now, seeing as you have forbidden me to go back, I am definitely going…." Regina laughed sarcastically, and Emma's good natured attitude soon turned sour as she felt the full force of Regina's glare piercing her skull. She turned to look at the brunette with a scowl.

"Regina I am fine, seriously. This was just a virus. You cannot stop me travelling, especially for my job!"

"Emma, if you leave this town, whatever you and I have… it's over."