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"Breakfast in bed? Seriously?" Emma asked as she watched her father go to walk into Mary Margaret's room with a breakfast tray in his hands.
Both Emma and David weren't feeling that great since Camilla hadn't come out of her room.
Well apart from if she needed to go to the toilet, get a monster or go out with Henry. That was about it.
Emma had explained everything she knew about what was happening with Camilla to David. Emma even tried to explain it to Neal though he kept getting upset.
Overall, they were worried about Camilla, though they knew why Camilla ignored them.
David would admit, though Camilla did betray him back in The Enchanted Forest, he still felt worried about what could happen to someone who he could trust.
David quietly turned round as he then said, "What happened has been really hard on Mary Margaret. The least we can do is make sure she's eating."
Before Emma could even utter a single word, a voice cut into the conversation saying, "I think it's time to give the hot cocoa and the foot massages a rest. It's time to haul her ass out of bed and get her to move past this."
Both Emma and David stared at Camilla who was sat on the stairs with her arms leaning against her knees as her hands seemed to be draped over. She wore a vest top which showed just how ill she was.
Both her arms were grey and appeared to be lifeless though every so often they'd see movement within the stone appearance of her arms. The grey, chalky layer could be seen crawling over her shoulders and hiding underneath the top.
Thankfully, her hair covered as much as it could which kinda put Camilla at ease with it all.
David seemed to look up at Camilla with a hint of sadness in his eyes as he then protested, "That's a little harsh, don't you think? She took Cora's life."
"Yeah, and I took thousands. Yeah, the first kill is gonna be hard to get over but you gotta stop treating it like a silly graze from when you trip over on concrete. She's gotta get over it, and with you breathing down her neck isn't gonna help her, it's gonna make her feel even worse about it. Let her be the one who helps herself, not you." Camilla told as Henry came down the stairs.
"Ready, Cam?" Henry asked as he managed to get around Camilla and walk down the rest of the stairs.
"Get your coat and I'll meet you there in a minute," Camilla told as she then went into the kitchen.
She then opened the fridge as she grabbed hold of a monster. A small grin swept onto her face as she felt the coldness of the can on her dead skin.
