Depression is a bitch, huh? I have a few weeks where I don't need to be focusing all my mental energy on lesson planning so I'm hoping to get some more writing done
March 1st 2017
"Ginaaaaaaa" Emma croaked, raising her voice enough to Regina could hear her, before wincing at the pain. She was curled up in the guest bedroom back at the mansion after Regina and Snow had confirmed Emma was suffering from the flu. She'd moved from her parents the previous day as to avoid infecting her little brother, and Henry had been banished there for a few days so he didn't catch it. She was about to call out again when Regina walked in, carrying a glass of orange juice, a cold compress and some flu medication.
Emma smiled despite how she was feeling, not used to seeing her walk around in sweats, make-up free, with her hair in a messy pony. Regina smiled as she did and sat down on the bed beside the blonde, stroking the hair from her face as she switched the compress on her head. She held the juice as Emma took the pills and checked her temperature.
She grimaced at the high reading, rearranging the duvet as Emma started to doze. When she thought she was asleep she stood, but could not go further as Emma grabbed her wrist. "Stay with me Gina…" The mayor merely nodded and put the glass on the side, sitting next to Emma, leaning against the headboard of the bed. Emma moved to lean against her thighs and closed her eyes again.
"Thanks… for looking after me." She was asleep before she heard Regina's reply.
"Always."