prompt: either Graham or Emma being sick and the other just take care of them.
prompted by: BossLady
Graham hates "April showers" – back in the Enchanted Forest, growing up in the woods, without shelter, they'd been a nuisance. He's never gotten past that mindset.
And yet, he's out in one anyway, walking quickly to Sprat's grocers, not even bothering with his umbrella. It's less than a block from the apartment, and Emma was feeling nauseous, so he was just going to pick up some ginger ale and saltines for her.
He finds the items easily (he knows the little market like the back of his hand by now), pays, and practically runs home.
He finds Emma hovering over the toilet, not vomiting for the moment, but looking rather pale.
"You okay, Em?" he takes one of her hair ties off of the sink and gently pulls her hair back in a ponytail. He knows that if she feels like throwing up she'll kick him out of the room (even though he would gladly stay with her) and he wants to make sure that her hair is out of her face for her.
"I'm fine," she says, though she doesn't protest to his fussing, "It's gotta be a stomach bug. Henry was sick last week, right?"
"Right," he agrees, "I got the crackers and the ginger ale, do you feel up to trying them?"
"Not right now," she leans into him, "Just hold me for a minute?"
"Alright," he whispers, wrapping his arms around her.