Weapons aren't toys- part 2

loboselina asked for a oneshot of a sequel to Ch2518 "Weapons aren't toys" where, once her foot is healed, Emma takes her dad's sword to practice with it as she has used it a couple of times before and ends up getting injured again. Her parents naturally find out when she's in the hospital again.

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Emma wished she'd taken Regina up on her offer to learn the spell of invisibility all those months ago. Now here she was once again, lying in a hospital bed, knowing her parents were going to come and, quite possibly, finish the job. Not that she could blame them. Once was a genuine, stupid, accident. Twice, well, that was just pushing it…

Emma wasn't feeling challenged enough with her workouts any more. With no proper gym in Storybrooke, finding the right equipment to enhance her regime could be tricky. Emma was left to improvise in different ways. Having grown bored of her current way of improvising, Emma decided to step it up a notch. She could enhance both her weights training and her cardio by using her dad's sword. A bit of independent sparring practice. This couldn't be like what happened with her mom's bow (her foot still pulsed painfully whenever she thought about that unfortunate incident). No, she was a complete beginner when it came to archery. She'd fought with a sword a handful of times now. She was more an intermediate at swordfighting. Yeah, she would be fine.

Well she was doing fine, until she got cocky. Emma started to spin the sword around her hands like she was baton twirling. She was pretty good at it too. Then, she missed a step and the blade tore through her skin from her shoulder right down her arm.

Not here Emma was, lying in the hospital bed awaiting her fate. She had begged the staff not to call her parents, but they told her somebody had to come and get her because of the painkillers she was on. Since her parents were the number they had on record, it was her parents coming to discharge her.

Emma heard their feet before she saw them. She curled up on the bed, trying to look as poorly as possible. The curtain swished back, revealing her disgruntled parents.

"Really?" Snow asked her. "Baton twirling, with a sword? You do realise there's a reason they don't do it with sharp objects, right? Or were you rehearsing to join the circus?"

"Well I know that now." Emma grumbled. She gave an overexaggerated wince. "Fifteen stitches later." Snow gave her daughter a frown.

"How are you?" She asked, only slightly more gently.

"I've seen better days."

"I'll bet you have." Charming grumbled coming over and examining the wound. "Emma, you may have gotten lucky a handful of times with my sword, but that doesn't make you some kind of expert." Charming told her off.

"I was thinking more an intermediate." Emma responded quietly.

"Emma don't push it." Charming warned her. Emma shrunk back against the pillows. Maybe she would just stick to her gun from now on.