Burnt hands
A guest asked for a oneshot of Emma hands being injured, preventing her from eating independently. Snow has to help her. At one point she has to do it alongside feeding Neal since they're both hungry at the same time and Charming isn't there to help.
"Stupid pots. Stupid metal handles." Emma grumbled to herself as she tried feebly to pour some Cap'n Crunch into a bowl. She was failing miserably. There was more cereal scattered throughout the kitchen than there was in her bowl. Yesterday, Emma had taken it upon herself to boil an egg for her breakfast. She didn't know where the notion hit her from, she just wanted a boiled egg. She stuck some water in the pan and left it to boil. All was going well. She got her egg boiled just fine and went to move the pan over to the sink to throw the water out. That was when Emma found out that the handles to the pots in her parents' home were not heatproof. She picked the pot up and yelled out at the searing pain in her right hand. This caused the pot to topple over…spilling most of the water over both her hands. A quick trip to the ER left Emma with both hands heavily bandaged for at least two weeks if not longer. Emma had been told she would be unable to use her hands properly for the duration of those two weeks, meaning she would have to rely on others for help. Like Hell was she allowing anyone else to feed her. She hadn't eaten anything since her dinner two days ago (since she never got her egg in the end). Nope. She could manage on her own. She had waited until her dad had left for his sunrise shift at the station. Her mom was still in bed. This was her chance to get some food before anyone else tried to jump in and help. She was fine.
Snow was in for a rude awakening that morning. Neal's whole schedule was off since he was teething. He woke her up about twenty minutes after Charming had with a small kiss before he left for work. Normally she got a good extra hour before Neal wanted his breakfast. Not today, it would seem.
"Ok, I'm up baby boy." Snow cooed, coming and taking him from the crib. "You hungry, huh?" Neal just pouted at her. Yes, he was hungry. Snow smiled. She quickly got him changed into a fresh diaper before taking him through to the kitchen for his breakfast. She was not expecting the destruction that she found.
"What on Earth has happened here?" She asked. Emma had her back to her mom before that point. She was trying to get the milk into her bowl. She had, in the process, created a small white river flowing through the kitchen.
"Oh, hi mom." Emma said, a nervous grin on her face. "I was just…getting breakfast."
"So I can see." Snow said, staring at the mess. An outsider would have been within their rights to think their kitchen had been raided. Snow sighed. She knew Emma must be hungry. She was surprised she went one whole hour without eating since they got home, let alone one whole day.
"You heard Whale. You're not meant to be using your hands unless it's necessary." Snow told her. She placed Neal in his highchair and came over, taking Emma's bowl off her. "Go sit down."
"You're not feeding me." Emma told her outright. "It's just not happening."
"And you're not creating World War Three in my kitchen every time you decide to be stubborn and use those hands. Sit down at the table." Snow told her. Emma made an attempt to snatch the bowl back, but Snow had the handy use of fingers, giving her the upper hand. Emma sighed in frustration, going and sitting at the table.
Snow did her best to clean up the worst of the mess. She then sorted Emma's bowl so it wasn't just a handful of cereal pieces and a splash of milk as well as getting Neal's Weetabix prepared. She came back with the two bowls in hand. She held out a spoonful to Neal and a spoonful of Emma's cereal to her. Emma just stared at the spoon like it was going to explode any second.
"Emma, just eat the cereal." Snow sighed. "You can't have a fortnight long fast because you're stubborn. Come on, just eat. You must be hungry." Emma was about to say that she wasn't really, when her stomach gave her away with a loud rumble. Snow just raised her eyebrow. Emma sighed, defeated. She opened her mouth and took the cereal from the spoon. Snow smiled, getting another spoonful for her. Emma had never felt more miserable eating was amounted to a bowl full of sugar and additives. That was something Snow was certainly going to enjoy over the next couple of weeks. She predicted there would be a lot more fruit and vegetables in Emma's diet.
