Sick
Ryla asked for a oneshot of Emma being super clingy with her mom because she's ill. Snow has been gone for a while. Emma was scared she was being left again. She basically never leaves Snow's side. Snow needs to tend to Neal and Emma starts crying. Snow snaps at her. Emma then runs up to her room. When Snow finds her, she's curled into herself with her thumb in her mouth. Snow has to make it better.
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Emma didn't know what was going on. She couldn't focus. Her head was swimming. She was terrified. It was like she was trapped within herself. Her dad was at the station, seeing as Emma was clearly not too well. So the only constant Emma had to rely on whilst she felt so dreadful. As such, Emma was practically glued to her mother's side. Being ill in foster care had never ended well. Emma's illness was making her irrational. She was terrified she was going to be abandoned again. She felt that the only way to avoid being abandoned was to hover around her mother to make sure she knew where she was at all times.
Snow didn't mind, on the whole. She understood that Emma was ill and needed the reassurance. But by lunchtime, it was beginning to get a bit suffocating. Emma was almost breathing down her neck. She'd had no sleep because Neal was teething. Now he was screaming again because he was hungry. Snow was trying to get his lunch sorted, but it was hard with Emma right behind her. Snow ended up spilling half his oatmeal down the counter, which was the last thing she needed. Emma knew it was her fault Neal's lunch got spilled. She knew she was being stupid. She was just so overwhelmed that the tears came out. Snow didn't know what to do. She was exhausted.
"Emma, please, I just need five minutes!" She snapped. Emma's eyes widened in horror. She'd done it. She'd pushed her mom over the edge. She felt sick. Emma moved past her mom and straight up the stairs. Snow closed her eyes. She'd done it again. She couldn't leave Neal hungry. So Snow fed him his lunch and then headed up the stairs to talk to Emma. Snow's heart broke for her. Emma was lying on her bed with her knees to her chest. She was clutching her blanket with one hand and nibbling the skin around her thumb. Snow came over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you." She said gently. "Emma, you know just because you're sick you're not going anywhere, right? Your dad and I will look after you." Snow promised her. Emma nodded, still nibbling at the skin. Snow frowned. She noticed a smudge of blood where Emma was nibbling. She gently took Emma's hand away from her mouth. "It's ok." Snow said gently. "It's all ok." Emma didn't respond. Snow just stayed there by her side, making sure Emma knew that she was loved.
