This chapter is for Lanafan7151977 with the prompt: "Chicken Pox"

Regina shivered underneath her blanket. It was a normal temperature in the house, and yet it felt like she was in the middle of an igloo.

Emma walked into the living room, carrying the thermometer. "Found it! You had it pretty well hidden."

Regina chuckled. "Sorry. Just haven't had much use for it I guess."

Emma gently stuck the thermometer into Regina's mouth. "Well," she said. "You definitely have a fever."

Regina sighed as Emma took the thermometer out of her mouth. "How could I just randomly get a fever?" She rubbed her neck in discomfort.

Emma's eyes widened at her seeing her neck. She reached out and delicately grabbed Regina's wrist, pulling her hand away from her neck.

"What's wrong?" Regina asked, seeing her concerned expression. "Is there something on my neck?"

"Does your neck itch?" Emma asked.

"A little," Regina admitted. "Why?"

"Because it looks like you have chickenpox," Emma said.

Regina's eyes widened and she quickly poofed a mirror into her hand, turning it to face her neck. "Great," she mumbled.

"You'll be fine," Emma said gently. "You just need to stop scratching."

"Easier said than done," Regina said. "You should probably go. Isn't this extremely contagious?"

"It is," Emma agreed. "But I made a vow. I do believe it was something like 'in sickness and in health'. Remember that?"

Regina nodded. "But I don't want you to get it."

Emma shrugged. "I've already had it. I can't get it again."

"What about Henry?" Regina asked. "He's never had it before."

"He can say hi from a distance," Emma said. "As long as he doesn't touch you, he should be safe from it."

Regina nodded before reaching up to slowly rub her neck. Emma tsked before grabbing her hand. "Scratching will just make it worse."

"But it itches," Regina whined.

"I know," Emma said. "Why don't we do something to take your mind off of it?"

"Like what?" Regina asked.

"Movie day?" Emma suggested. "I'll even let you pick the movie. As long as you actually watch it and don't just scratch the whole time."

"What?" Regina asked, feigning innocence. "Me? Do that? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh huh," Emma said, joining her on the couch. "Sure you don't."

After a week of a constant battle, Regina's chickenpox was finally gone. Thanks to Emma finally duct taping oven mitts to her hands; Regina actually had survived the ordeal without any scars.

Regina smiled to herself before heading into the living room, where a pouting Emma was waiting for her.

"Is this really necessary?" Emma asked, holding up her hands.

Regina laughed at the oven mitts covering them. "You did it to me. Consider it my revenge for doing it to me and lying to me. You've never actually had chickenpox."

"I just wanted to help," Emma whined. "I didn't think that it was actually that contagious!"

Regina rolled her eyes affectionately. "Only you would put yourself in this situation. See what happens when you help people?"

Emma chuckled. "Lesson learned."

Regina smiled before holding up a tube of calamine lotion. "This should help with the itching at least."

"I love you so much," Emma said gratefully.

"I love you too," Regina said. "Like you said, we made a vow. In sickness and in health."