Missing a limb- part 2
Dutchwriter asked for a oneshot of a sequel to Ch2948 "Missing a limb" where Snow tries to help Emma, who is wanting to do everything by herself but really can't yet.
With a tremendous clatter, Emma came crashing to the ground. She tried to grab her crutches and pull herself back up quickly before anyone could catch her red handed and she could make out like the noise came from outside, but she wasn't fast enough. She was still hobbling to her feet when her mother came rushing into her bedroom.
"Emma, are you alright?" She asked, alarmed. Emma nodded briskly, annoyed with herself for falling. "What were you doing getting up by yourself anyway? You know just to call me. You're not stable enough on your prosthetic without a helping hand."
"I got it." Emma snapped, moving away from her mother so she was walking by herself through to the bathroom. Snow was left feeling a little numb. Was it something she said?
"Do you need-"
"I think I can manage to take a damn piss without someone hovering over me, thank you very much." Emma interrupted her before her mom could even finish her sentence. Snow pressed her lips tightly together. She got that Emma was struggling to adapt, but that was hardly Snow's fault. It wasn't even like she was being overprotective. She was just falling the doctor's orders. Emma needed quite a few more sessions with her therapists before she would be deemed fully independent with her new leg. Not even Saviour's magic could speed up this process, much to Emma's frustration.
Snow waited patiently for Emma to come out of the bathroom. Emma limped over to her bed again, ignoring her mother completely. She didn't want help. She didn't need help. She was a grown ass woman, she could manage on her own. Snow knew it wasn't going to be appreciated, but she also knew if she didn't help Emma that she would end up back in hospital. So rising her head being bitten off again, Snow came over and helped Emma get herself back onto the bed. Emma was clearly annoyed, but she didn't vocalise it.
"It's going to take time." Snow said gently. She bent down beside Emma's bed.
"It's already taken time." Emma responded. "Nearly six months. Half a year and I can't even get out of bed without needing someone to pull me up." Emma hastily wiped her eyes. "Everyone must think I'm so pathetic. Look at the Saviour now." Snow's heart broke for her daughter. She shook her head.
"Nobody thinks you're pathetic." She told her. "Not one single person. We all admire you, Emma. Everyone thinks you're doing remarkably well. But even Saviours need to let their bodies adapt after life changing events." Snow pointed out. Emma still didn't like that response. She didn't want to have to still be adapting. She just wanted to be her again.
