That's gonna leave a mark
Rosered asked for a oneshot of Emma doing paperwork at the table (whilst wearing her glasses) and Neal and Henry are playing ball inside. The ball hits Emma, breaking her glasses and cutting her face. Snow goes into mama bear mode taking care of her. Emma lets her mom help her because she can't see what's going on.
JRocks: that would basically be the same chapter but with Henry though.
"Just do it at home, she said. It'll be easier than driving to the station, she said. You'll get it done much faster. That'll be right." Emma grumbled to herself as Henry and Neal rampaged around her playing catch. It was a full moon. It wasn't just werewolves that went a little weird during them, it was all people under eighteen too, apparently. Emma had agreed to come into the living room while she completed her paperwork for half an hour to allow her mother to clean the bathroom. Her dad was doing a long call, helping the dwarves secure the mine after a small earthquake struck the town. Emma was left filing the paperwork for the other events that happened during the earthquake, which wasn't easy with two hyper boys who'd been cooped up all weekend. Snow wasn't letting them outside until everyone was sure there were no more aftershocks. She knew fine well that was why her mother wasn't keen on her going to the station today either. Still, she humoured her. Emma tried to tune the boys out, and she was getting pretty good at it, but then it happened.
"Mom, heads up!" Emma looked up to see what Henry meant…only to get a baseball smack right in the face. Emma felt a searing pain around her eyebrow. She hissed, reaching her hands up to the painful area. She tried to look at her finger, which felt wet as she pulled it away, but she couldn't see for the blood now pouring down her face. She heard Henry and Neal gasp.
"I am so sorry!" Henry said, feeling terrible. "I-I didn't mean to…"
"MOM!" Neal yelled, running to the bathroom. "Henry hit Emma with the ball, she's hurt bad!"
"What do you mean? Has she got a bump alrea…Emma!" Snow said, panicking as soon as she saw her daughter.
"I'm ok." Emma said shakily. "It was just an accident." Emma went to take her glasses off, her contacts were going to be delivered tomorrow so she was stuck with them until then, but her mother quickly stopped her.
"Don't take them off Emma. You don't want to dislodge some more glass in case a piece gets in your eye." She explained. Now the pain made more sense. Henry had obviously broken her glasses, and a piece had pierced the skin. Emma just felt fortunate that it hadn't gone in her eye.
"Come here, sit down." Snow said, steering Emma over to the couch since the flow of blood was still making it too difficult for her to see. She grimaced. This wasn't pretty.
"This would be why I said not to play with the ball in the house." Snow reprimanded the boys gently. She knew they both felt guilty enough already. She also knew it was partially her fault for not getting them out in the fresh air, but she didn't want to risk them being outside in case there was an aftershock. "Henry, go get me the first aid kit from the kitchen please." Snow asked. Henry quickly went and fetched it for her. Snow got out a disinfectant wipe. "This might sting a little." Snow warned her daughter. "Try not to blink too much." Snow added, covering Emma's eyes in case any tiny bits of glass fell off. Emma winced. "I know." Snow said sympathetically. "You're being very brave."
"I'm not Neal." Emma grumbled. Snow just ignored her. If she wanted to tell her daughter she was being very brave, she would. When Snow had cleared away the worst of the blood and stopped the flow, she got the tweezers and took out the offended piece of glass before quickly wiping the area and covering it with a plaster when she saw it wasn't as deep as she had feared. "When I saw you there, all that blood…" Snow shuddered. "I never want to have to see that again."
"Well, that's one way to stop the boys roughhousing inside." Emma joked. Snow shot her a look.
"Hilarious." She grumbled. Snow kissed the top of Emma's head. "Never again, you hear me Emma Swan?" Snow said, giving her the mom look.
"I wasn't even the one who threw the ball!" Emma protested.
"Even so, I'll put you in a helmet if I have to. Or wrap you up in cotton wool." Snow joked. Although Emma wasn't entirely sure she wouldn't, if push came to shove.
