Cut with broken glass

A guest asked for a oneshot of Emma accidentally injuring herself. She's afraid to tell her parents and what they'll do when they find out. She starts panicking thinking they'll be mad, since most of her foster parents world scold or punish her whenever she got herself injured growing up. Of course Snow and Charming don't react like that.

Neongenesisevan: It's not that I don't want to write it, it's that I'm not understanding what it is you want me to write exactly.

Emma cursed herself under her breath. She couldn't find the brush and shovel in the kitchen, and she wasn't risking unlocking the door and her parents coming in to find the tiny glass shards scattered all over the kitchen tiles. No, since there was no brush and shovel, Emma was having to pick up each tiny piece of her now broken glass by hand. She kept giving herself tiny, piercing, cuts, but she worked through the pain. She didn't want either of her parents to come in and see she'd dropped a glass. It was such a careless, stupid mistake. So when someone tried to open the kitchen door Emma had locked, she tensed.

"Uh, is someone in there?" Charming called from the other side.

"Yeah, I'll open it in a second." Emma called back, speeding up picking up the glass. As such, she cut herself more frequently.

"Emma? Why have you locked the door?" Charming asked her, confused. Hearing that Emma had locked the door, Snow peaked her head around the living room door to see what was going on. When Emma didn't unlock the door, she came and stood beside Charming.

"Emma?" She asked. "What's going on in there?"

"Nothing!" Emma called back hastily, hissing as she cut herself again. "I'll be out in a few minutes. Just…go back to whatever you were doing." Now Snow and Charming knew there was a problem.

"Emma, can you please unlock the door so we can see your alright? Whatever the problem is, we can fix it." Charming assured her. Emma was reluctant. What if they threw her out? "Please, Emma. We just want to see that you're ok." Charming pleaded with her. Emma still wasn't happy about it, but reluctantly, she unlocked and opened the door. Snow and Charming gasped. Not at the broken glass, but at the sight of blood trickling down Emma's hands.

"I know, I'm sorry." Emma stammered quickly. "I've been trying to clean it up. It won't happen again…"

"Emma, never mind the glass, that can be replaced, what have you done to your hands?!" Snow asked, gingerly holding up Emma's hands to inspect them. Emma hadn't been expecting that reaction.

"Oh…I cut them when I was picking up some of the glass." She explained.

"Emma, you should have come and got the brush and shovel! Your poor hands…I'll go get the first-aid kit." Charming said, sprinting off to the bathroom. Emma watched after him, stunned. She had never been in a house where a broken glass wasn't a big deal. Sometimes she got lost in moments like these. She forgot that her real parents weren't like foster ones. They cared more about her than their things.