This chapter is for Guest with the prompt "Google". The one word prompts are kinda fun!
"Ugh, I have a headache again," Emma whined.
David looked at her sympathetically. "I have some Tylenol in my desk," he said.
Emma shook her head. "I took some already. It isn't working."
"Why don't you go home and rest? A nap could help. Give your brain a little rest. You're almost done with your paperwork anyway," David said.
Emma sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "I hate leaving work early," she huffed.
"You'll survive," David chuckled. "Now go home."
"Fine," Emma said. "But don't you dare tell Regina that I'm going home."
David crossed his fingers behind his back. "Promise," he said.
Regina walked through the front door, and immediately began searching for Emma. David had texted her that Emma had been having a headache again, and Regina was starting to grow concerned.
As Regina walked up the stairs, she saw that their bedroom door was shut. Bingo. Regina slowly opened the door, hoping not to wake Emma up.
"Regina?" Emma called. "Is that you?"
So much for not waking Emma up. "Yes dear, it's me," Regina replied. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Why are you home?" Emma asked. "You're supposed to be at work."
"David told me that you had a headache again," Regina explained.
"Traitor," Emma mumbled.
Regina laughed. "Are you feeling any better?"
Emma sighed. "I still have the headache, but it's better. My vision is all blurry though. And every time that I go to walk around, my balance is all off."
Regina frowned in concern. "Anything else?" she asked.
"I know where you're going with this," Emma said. "Don't you dare go all 'mama bear' on me."
"Emma," Regina said. "Is there anything else that you're feeling?"
"No," Emma said. She lifted herself up from the bed, but stopped with a gasp and grabbed the comforter on the bed to ground herself.
"Emma?" Regina asked. Her voice was laced with worry as she grabbed Emma's arm.
"I'm fine," Emma panted. "Just probably moved too fast."
"Lay back down," Regina commanded. "Have you eaten anything today?"
Emma shook her head. "Wasn't hungry."
Regina rolled her eyes before helping Emma lay back down. "I swear if you move an inch, I will fireball your ass," she threatened.
Emma laughed. She wouldn't put it past Regina to do it. "Yes ma'am," she said. Regina smiled before kissing Emma's forehead and heading downstairs.
After Emma had eaten some food, she had fallen straight asleep. Regina sat next to her on the bed, laptop on her lap. Emma's symptoms had worried her, so she had decided to plug them into Google and see what would come up.
The results had the air whooshing out of Regina's lungs. She was speechless. And scared out of her mind.
"Emma!" Regina exclaimed. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" Tears began to gather in her eyes as Emma slowly started to wake up.
"What?" Emma said groggily. "Hey, why are you crying?"
Regina wiped away the tears that had fell. "We need to get you to a doctor. Right now."
Emma slowly pushed herself up, sighing in relief when she didn't feel light-headed. "Hold on," she said. "What makes you think that?"
"I looked up your symptoms," Regina explained. "You have a brain tumor."
"Okay, take a deep breath," Emma soothed. "Let me see what you found." Regina handed Emma her laptop, and waited as Emma scrolled through the WebMD page.
"Well?" Regina asked as Emma closed the laptop.
Emma smiled before wiping off a stray tear on Regina's cheek. "Regina, there are symptoms on that list that I do have," she said.
Regina sucked in a sharp breath and went to pull away. Emma grabbed her hands and squeezed. "But there are more on there that I don't have," she said. "Plus, the article says after the list that those symptoms could be a number of things, and that you should talk to your doctor before just diagnosing yourself."
"So we should go to the doctor then?" Regina asked. "This has been an everyday thing. Something has to be wrong."
"Regina," Emma said.
"I can't lose you," Regina said tearfully. "Something could seriously be wrong, and I need to find out what it is. Please."
"Hey, hey, easy," Emma said. "You're not going to lose me. My guess is that it's probably just stress headaches. But if you really want me to go to the doctor, then we can go."
"Can I say 'I told you so' now?" Emma teased.
Regina playfully hit her arm. "Forgive me for being worried," she said.
Emma smiled before pulling Regina in for a kiss. "Thank you for being so concerned. But I blocked WebMD on your computer."