Emma sniffled. Her nose was so stuffed she had to breathe through her mouth. She felt like she was going to die. She coughed when she tried to take a breath and her throat stung like there were tiny razors stuck in it. She groaned and grabbed a tissue from the box her mother was holding out for her. Mary Margret's face was a mask of concern.
"It's just a cold Mary Margret." Emma said, her voice sounding odd courtesy of the stuffy nose. She tossed the tissue into the garbage and laid back down on the stacked pillows behind her head. Mary Margret stroked the hair back behind Emma's ear.
"But it's the first one you've had since the curse broke." She replied, sounding sad. Emma frowned. "So?" She coughed again, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Mary Margret cocked her head. "It's the first time I've had to take care of you like this…Ever in my life." Emma groaned again. "I don't need you to take care of me. I need to go to sleep." Mary Margret looked hurt so she replied. "Could