Stained carpet

A guest asked for a oneshot of Emma splitting her head open whilst babysitting Neal. It bleeds pretty heavily and makes a mess. She can see it isn't too serious, but will need stitches. She tries to shake it off as best she can because she doesn't want to take the baby to hospital. An hour later her parents arrive home and just about have a heart attack when they see the blood tracks.

Emma was just glad she wasn't carrying Neal when it happened. That would have been a whole lot worse.

One of the big problems with babies is that things can mysteriously transport from one place to another. Most of the time, somewhere highly inconvenient. As Emma found out whilst babysitting Neal. She wasn't really paying attention as she came downstairs from putting him down for the night. Suddenly, she lot her footing. She was too late to catch herself and went tumbling to the bottom, hitting her head off the corner of the banister on the way down. Emma felt something warm oozing from her head. Her head was throbbing. She winced as she reached up and felt the wound. Yeah, that was deep enough to need some stitches. However, not so deep that Emma couldn't hold off. She looked back up the stairs, thinking through what to do. Yeah, she would just wait. Her parents wouldn't be that much longer. They were just out for dinner. She could control the bleeding with a cloth. If she woke Neal up now he'd scream the place down and that was the last thing she needed on top of her headache. Decision made; she would just hang in there.

Emma was right. She managed to stop her cut from dripping more blood with a damp cloth. She was also right that her parents wouldn't be much longer. She heard their keys in the door about an hour later. She just had enough time to get rid of the cloth and get settled with a forced smile back on the couch. She was beginning to feel woozy. She wanted to go to hospital now.

"Hi, we're ho-what in the world? Where has all this blood come from?!" Emma grimaced. She might have forgotten to clean up the carpet. She came out into the hallway to be greeted by her parents' alarmed faces.

"I'm so sorry, I'll have that cleaned properly. Don't worry, Neal's not hurt. I bashed my head coming down from putting him to sleep. Now that you're home I'll go get it checked out…"

"Like Hell are you going alone. David, can you go get Neal? We're going to the hospital." Snow said, coming over and observing Emma's head.

"Why didn't you call us straight away? What were you thinking?" Snow asked.

"I didn't want to wake the baby. He's moody when he's woken up. I knew I could hold out until you both got home." Emma defended herself.

"Emma, this clearly needs stitches, and I presume you know that. Please don't ever hold off like that again."

"Also, please don't insult us by thinking we were concerned about the carpet being stained. We care far more about the fact it's blood from your head that's stained it." David told her off having got Neal. "I'll drive. Will you sit in the back with her?" David asked Snow. She nodded. Emma rolled her eyes.

"I'm not six. I can hear you both fine." Emma complained as Snow ushered her out the door.

"You downplayed a head injury. We're coddling." Snow told her. Emma sighed. She had to work on her healing spells so this didn't happen again.