Sickness is weakness

A guest asked for a oneshot of Emma being sick. Snowing try to keep her home, but she's relentless in trying to leave.

Apapapapa: Gap rule.

You all want a right laugh? I empathise ever so slightly with Emma in this chapter. I write this loaded with the cold. In July. Come on Scotland!

"Bed!" Emma heard someone call from her doorway. She nearly lost her balance she got such a fright. Snow quickly came over and supported Emma so she didn't fall. "Charming, can you come help me for a moment?" Snow called down to her husband.

"I don't need help getting back to bed. I don't need to be in bed at all." Emma grumbled, trying feebly to pull away from her mom, but Snow wouldn't let her. She wasn't hearing this nonsense again. Why couldn't Emma just accept that she was sick?! Far too stubborn. Charming came up to the room and frowned at the sight in front of him.

"Emma." He sighed. "Come on sweetheart. Can't you help us out a little? You are-"

"I am not sick!" Emma shouted, although she moved her head too quickly and got dizzy.

"You were saying?" Snow asked. Emma just gave her a foul look. Charming cautiously approached and wrapped an arm around Emma's middle. He figured this was more of a middle ground for her than carrying her back to bed. Even then, it was clear Emma was in a grump with them both. Charming chuckled as he helped her get her legs up on the bed before Snow came and tucked her in. Probably slightly tighter than was necessary. She had to try something to keep her in the bed!

"Don't the pair of you understand? I have files to deal with. Patrols to do. I can't just laze around in bed."

"The dwarves have got it covered for a few days while you properly recover." Charming assured her. "Forcing yourself back to work before you're ready isn't good for your body and you know it. We both know if it was me in your position you would be telling me to stay in bed." Charming pointed out. Emma folded her arms moodily across her chest.

"That's different." She grumbled. "You're an old man. A common cold could wipe you out." She tried to wind him up. Charming didn't rise to the bait.

"Uh huh, thanks for the concern. I'll get your next dose of medicine ready." Charming said, kissing both Emma and Snow before heading back downstairs. Snow sat on the edge of Emma's bed.

"I know being sick is no fun, Em. But you're not exactly helping yourself. The way I see it, you can either go through this the easy way, or the hard way. Take a guess at which one you're doing just now?" Snow asked her. Emma continued to pout on her bed. She hated being sick.