Emma's sick

Prayformamaswift3 asked for a oneshot of Emma waking up in the middle of the night with puke all over herself. She's with Hook, but wants her parents. So he has to go and get them to take care of her.

Pooky: Sorry, but that situation has been covered.

Happy Once day guys, we made it! As usual, requests from tonight's episode are great, but please put a spoiler request beforehand :).

Emma wasn't sure what woke her up first. The horrible, warm, damp sensation dribbling from her chin right to her torso, or, the horrendous smell. In the end, she decided it was a combination of both. In her sleep addled brain, Emma didn't understand what was going on. She fumbled beside her and reached out, turning on the lamp. She squinted in the sudden harsh brightness, peering down at herself. Then she realised. She had vomited on herself.

The lamp seemed to wake Killian up beside her. He groaned as he sat up.

"Emma, love, what's going on?" He mumbled. He wrinkled his nose. "And what is that awful smell?"

"I-I've been sick." Emma answered him. How could she have puked without noticing? Killian looked at her and now saw the vomit running down her. She had a slight green tinge to her skin.

"It's alright love." Killian said as he got out of his bed. He walked over to Emma's dresser and opened up her pyjama drawer. "I'll run you a nice bath. You're going to be fine."

"Killian, I don't feel so good." Emma complained, her world spinning.

"I know." Killian said sympathetically as he came back to Emma to help her out of bed. "That's why I'm running you a bath…" Emma shook her head. She felt right now if she had a bath she would just KO completely she was that woozy.

"No bath." Emma said. She wasn't really comfortable with the idea of Killian having to help her out of a puke covered top. Their relationship was still fairly new and it hardly screamed romance. "I know it's late, but can you call my parents?" Emma asked. Just then, she started retching. Killian tried to help her to the bathroom, but she threw up over herself again.

"Sit down love." He said to a visibly upset Emma. "I'll call them."

Within twenty minutes of receiving the mysterious midnight phone call, Snow and Charming had arrived at Emma's house.

"Oh sweetheart." Snow said as she saw Emma sitting, covered in her own puke. Killian had at least got her a bucket by this point. He had tried to let Emma allow him to help her change, but she refused. Charming got the clean pyjamas Killian had got out and handed them to Snow.

"I'll go get a cloth." He said, leaving Snow to help Emma change.

By the time Charming came back up, Emma was changed into the fresh pyjamas and Snow had her hair in a ponytail to keep it away from any more vomit.

"I'm sorry I had Killian call you guys." Emma said sleepily. "I just didn't know what else to do."

"Don't be sorry." Charming said, coming over. He gently wiped Emma's mouth with the cloth before handing to Snow to get her neck. "You're clearly sick and needed someone to help you. It's ok to call us for that." Snow finished up and got Emma back into bed, making sure she was on her side so her vomit would just go straight in the bucket.

"We're going to stay in the guest room. Killian's downstairs with Neal already. That way we can take you to the hospital tomorrow. Don't even think about complaining." Snow said when Emma opened her mouth to argue. "You're going. You've got a nasty bug and it needs sorted." Charming moved forward and felt Emma's forehead. He frowned at the heat coming off it.

"Definitely a hospital visit." He said. "Try and catch some sleep, sweetheart. We're next door if you need us." Emma nodded, resting her head against the pillow wearily. Snow and Charming left her bedroom as quietly as possible. They tried their best not to show their worry. Emma clearly was in a bit of a state. They were glad she had Killian call. At least that way they were here to look after her.