Cancer- part 2
Two guests asked for a oneshot of a sequel to Ch2013 "Cancer" where Snowing tell Emma and she doesn't take it well. Thank you for remembering the chapter name and number, that is why it's your versions that are being written. So another trigger warning is in place.
"I-I don't understand." Emma stammered. She looked up at her parents, how could they look so calm? The truth was, neither Snow nor Charming felt calm. How could they? They were having to tell their daughter that her mom was seriously sick. "How can you have cancer? You're young. You're healthy. You check the labels on all your food before you even buy it." Snow smiled warmly at her daughter. She reached out and took Emma's hand.
"That's not how cancer works, honey." Snow reminded her gently. "It's just life's cruel version of Russian Roulette, and I lost. But it's not over yet, Emma. This is curable. I need to start treatment at the hospital tomorrow. I'm going to be in there for a long time." Snow told her. Emma had to be prepared for what lay ahead. Emma nodded numbly.
"Will we be allowed to see you?" Emma asked. She had visions of a sterile room. Her mom…bald and pale. She shook her head, beginning to feel sick. She couldn't think of her mom like that. Snow squeezed the hand of Emma's that she was holding.
"Of course you will." Snow promised her. "As much as you like. Neal's not allowed to see me because of infection control, neither is Henry, but I'm allowed to come home in between my treatments and they'll both be able to see me then." Snow said, putting on a brave face. The thought of being kept from her son and her grandson for so long killed her. But if she didn't get these treatments she would be away from them forever.
"We'll get Red and the dwarves to help us at the station." Charming added. "That way we'll have more time to spend at the hospital or looking after your mom at home." Emma nodded again. It was clear to both her parents how scared she was.
"It's ok, Emma." Snow assured her. "I'm going to make it through this. I'm not done with this family yet." Emma tried to smile, but it was too hard. She felt like she'd just been punched in the gut. How could things be ok? How could things ever be ok when her mom had cancer?
