Stubborn
A guest asked for a oneshot of Emma injuring herself and trying to hide it from her parents. They find out later when Emma can't even hold a spoon to feed herself and Snow has to help out.
Emma grimaced as she tried to turn the handle to open the door to her parents' house. She'd fallen awkwardly earlier that day and landed on her wrist.
"Are you sure that wrist is ok?" Charming asked from behind her. He'd been there when it had happened. He'd tried to convince her to go to Whale but Emma insisted it was fine.
"Absolutely." Emma grumbled, switching wrists. Charming raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Oh so it's a little tender." Emma snapped. "That doesn't mean there's anything wrong with it."
"Ok sweetie." Charming responded. He was fairly sure it was a lot worse than Emma was letting on, but decided it would be best to let her figure that out for herself.
"We're home!" Emma called when she eventually got the door open. Snow came out into the hallway and held her hand out.
"Wrist." She demanded. Emma turned and glowered at her father who just shrugged his shoulders.
"If I didn't tell her I'd be getting a lot worse injuries." He defended himself, going into the living room to see Neal. Reluctantly, Emma let her mom examine her wrist. Snow pulled up the sleeve and sighed.
"Emma, I can already see it's badly swollen." She told her. "Can you move it?" She asked.
"Yeah, it's fine, really…" Emma said, taking her arm back and going into the living room as well. Snow knew it wasn't, but like Charming decided Emma needed to figure that one out herself.
Later that evening Snow called the other two through for dinner.
"Smells good." Charming commented, smiling at his wife. She smiled in return.
"I thought we'd have some soup to start since it's so cold out." Well, dig in." Without thinking Emma reached for her spoon. She gasped when she tried to curl her fingers around it, and dropped it.
"Are you alright there Emma?" Charming asked.
"Fine." Emma responded. She tried again to pick up the spoon, but it was just too sore. She tried instead to use her other hand. She was rather shaky using that hand, but at least she could hold the spoon.
"Oh for goodness sake." Snow said, getting up. She came over and took the spoon off of Emma, refilled it and held it out to her. "Here, eat." She said gently. Emma looked at her horrified.
"Are you confusing me with Neal?" She asked.
"No, Neal would tell me if he'd injured himself that badly. Now eat." Snow told her. Emma tried to stare her mother out, but could see it wasn't going to work. Slowly, she opened her mouth and admitted defeat. Snow smiled, helping her with the spoonful. "And once your done we're going straight to the hospital."