Emma Watson Oneshots and Imagines Book Two

Hurt

Emma was feeling a bit sick these few days, but she had figured she was fine enough to go to set for the day. Michael had told her not to go, but he had decided to go with her and make sure she didn't get any sicker.

He had been just sitting near the set, watching them film the same sentences over and over before stopping. He had fallen asleep in his chair, taking a small nap.

He was awoken from his nap when he heard a scream, and a loud thud. He noticed his mother on the floor, and connected the dots.

"Mum?!" He shouted, running over and shaking her a bit. "Mum wake up!" He continued, not knowing what else to do. Everyone had crowded over there by now, multiple people rushing off to go get ice or something.

Michael decided on calling his father to see what to do. "Michael? What's up?" (Y/n) asked once he answered the phone. "Something happened to mum and I don't know what! I was asleep and then I woke up and heard a scream and she was on the floor and she's not waking up and I don't know what to do!" He explained quickly, also sounding quite frantic.

"Okay, Michael you need to call an ambulance and tell them what happened. Everything will be fine, just call me again after you call them. Alright?" He told his son, and Michael mumbled a yes.

A few minutes went by and he had finished calling an ambulance to come and see if Emma would be fine. (Y/n) had stayed on the phone with Michael the entire time, driving to the set.

When (Y/n) arrived, the ambulance was there and Michael was trying to explain everything to them. He went over to his son, giving him a hug. They stayed in the hug for a bit, the paramedics checking Emma over.

They had decided to take her to the hospital, and (Y/n) and Michael followed the ambulance there. She was taken into a room with the doctor, and (Y/n) was allowed to go in, but not Michael.

"Why cant I see her? I need to know if she's okay!" Michael asked, (Y/n) shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know, but you can when she wake up. The doctor said she was fine, just stressed and overworked, and her cold didn't make things any better." He explained. "I told her not to go!" Michael groaned. "I know you did, but she can make her own decisions. What matters now is that she's okay." He reassured his son, and the doctor stepped out of the room.

Michael was given permission to go inside, and he wasted no time going to check on his mother. "Hi baby." Emma whispered, Michael giving her a hug. He didn't say anything, but only hugged her tighter. She smiled into his shoulder, kissing his cheek when he finally pulled away. "You scared me." He mumbled, now sitting in the chair next to her. "I told you not to go." He added. "I'm sorry I scared you baby. You were right, and now I have a few weeks off. I can just relax and take it easy before going back, and I can spend more time at home with you guys." She explained, and Michael smiled.

Emma was allowed to leave shortly after, and they took her back home. (Y/n) made her go sit in bed and Michael made her some soup. (Y/n) brought it up to her, and Michael made some cookies for her. He was going to make sure she got better, after all she always did that for him when he was sick, and now it was his turn. He spent the rest of the day cuddling with her, and Emma had felt much better with (Y/n) and Michael by her side.