When Mary Margaret came back into the room the teen was already undressed except the boy shorts and sports bra she had on. The pajamas laid on the floor in the middle of the room. Emma was sitting down on the bed with her legs to her chest, just looking lost, and depressed. At least she wasn't crying at the moment Mary Margaret thought to herself. She gently knocked on the door letting the teen know that she was there.
"Emma, here are the pajamas" She states. Emma stands up and meets her half way to retrieve the folded up clothes.
"Thanks...Mary Margaret, for taking care of me, you don't have to do that" Emma says sadly.
"Non sense, I want to. How about you put on your pajamas and I'll fix you some soup" She states. Mary Margaret is about to turn around and give Emma some privacy while she dresses but she pauses when Emma speaks.
"No, that's okay, I don't feel much like eating" She admits. Emma turns around and walks back to the bed.
Mary Margaret is about to respond when something bright red catches her eye on Emma's upper thigh. She gasps. Has someone been hitting Emma. The idea alone angers her. Emma hears the gasps and turns around.
"What's wrong?" She asks as she pulls the pajama shirt over her head. Then she bends down to pick up the pants that she had laid on the bed to put them on as well.
"Emma, has...please tell me the truth. Has someone been hitting you? Has Regina been hitting you?" She asks. The way Emma's eyes widen and the way she hurries to put the pants on tell her all she needs to know. Emma is now rapidly shaking her head. Being a teacher for as long as she could remember Mary Margaret knows the signs of a lying child, and this teen is lying. "Was it...was it Regina?" She asks in a low voice.
Emma looks down. She shakes her head no and crawls back under the covers. She doesn't really know what to say. She knows Regina wouldn't appreciate Mary Margaret knowing their business, Even if they don't have business together anymore. The idea of Regina makes her stomach hurt on she groans. Tears form once more and moments later Mary Margaret is sitting next to her rubbing circles on her back.
"Emma. Shhhh...it's alright, you're okay sweetie, everything is going to be alright. I promise I won't let Regina hurt you anymore. She's not going to lay a finger on you again" Mary Margaret states firmly. She doesn't know where the courage to go against the ruthless mayor is coming from, but seeing Emma like this, and how the simple mention of Regina's name upsets Emma, makes her want to protect Emma with everything she's worth.
"She didn't hurt-" Emma starts to explain before Mary Margaret interrupts her.
"I saw the red bruises Emma. You don't have to lie for her sweet heart. She's been abusing you physically, and emotionally. She's not doing it anymore" Mary Margaret states.
Emma simply cries, it's not long before Mary Margaret has her in her arms trying to calm her down. Emma wants to tell Mary Margaret that she was okay with what Regina did to her, that she liked it, but she knew the older woman wouldn't understand. She didn't really understand at first. Emma realized that she was emotionally and physically tried from all the crying, and grieving she has been doing over her relationship with Regina and she doesn't even notice when she falls asleep.