Extremely cliche OQ drabble based on Out of the Woods by Taylor Swift.

"Remember when you hit the brakes too soon

Twenty stitches in a hospital room

When you started cryin' baby, I did too

But when the sun came out I was lookin' at you"

It had all happened so quickly.

Outrunning the Snow Queen's storm, admittedly, had not been one of Regina Mills' better ideas. She should have known better, should have known it wouldn't work. But she had heard them crying out, Robin and Roland trapped in a vortex of snow and ice, and she had been unable to stop herself from cutting a path towards them with her magic, guiding them to her car, revving the engine and trying like hell to outrun the blizzard. She hadn't been thinking clearly, but the two of them were freezing and she knew the one place that they would be safest was at her house. The Snow Bitch was after Emma, anyway—she wanted nothing to do with Regina, from the looks of it, and Marian had just been collateral damage, a way to blame Elsa while keeping Ingrid out of the limelight for just a little while longer while she put her insane plan into motion. She didn't want to hurt Robin, or Roland, or Regina, so long as they stayed out of her way. Surely they would be safer with her than they would be anywhere else.

Her tires skidded on the icy roads, her hands gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were no doubt white beneath her red leather gloves. Robin and Roland were huddled in the back and the heater was on full-blast, and Regina was trying to reassure them, to let them know that she would keep them safe, because she might not know how to stop loving Robin but she sure as hell knew how to protect the people she cared about.

It was when she took her eyes off the road for a split second to look back at them that she didn't see the flash of yellow through the intersection. Then the world was spinning, and Roland was screaming, and Robin was strangely silent…

I wanted to keep you safe.

Hook had been in the Bug with Emma when Regina had collided with them. The two of them were fine—Emma had whiplash, judging from the stiffness in her posture as she hurried out of the car over to them, and Hook was slightly dazed but none the worse for wear. Roland had escaped with nothing more than a bump on the head—Robin must have thrown his body over the small boy's to keep him from any danger. Regina herself hardly noticed the deep gash that cut across her cheekbone, the aftermath of the impact that had shattered the window on the driver's side. Dimly she must have registered the pain, but her brain was refusing to accept it. She was too busy staring straight ahead at the huddled form lying in the snow a few feet away from the car, deathly still in a sea of broken glass, deep crimson staining the immaculate blanket of powdery snow beneath him.

Robin.

"Regina? What the hell happened? I ordered all the roads to be closed—the storm's too dangerous. You came out of nowhere— what are you—" Emma's gaze landed on Robin's body and she swore under her breath. "Robin? Robin!"

"Daddy!" Roland cried out, tears streaming down cheeks pink with cold. Somehow, Regina managed to hold him back from his father as Hook ran over and knelt on the snow beside Robin's limp figure, fingers feeling his neck for a pulse. "Daddy!"

Hook gave a sigh of relief "He's alive. It's faint but it's there. He's losing a lot of blood…"

"Daddy, get up! Daddy! Daddy daddy daddy!"

"We've got to get him to the hospital. Killian, be careful with him," Emma ordered gently. "If he hit his head…"

"Seat belt," Regina croaked, hardly registering Emma's voice.. "He wasn't wearing…he must not have…he didn't know…"

"I'll call 911."

I was supposed to keep you safe.

It was only when she heard Emma start dialing the hospital that she realized the snow had stopped falling.

"He's awake."

It took Regina several times to register Whale's words. She's still in a daze, holding a sleepy Roland on her lap as if he was the only thing tethering her to earth right now. Her cheek stung, and when she reached up to brush the hair out of her eyes she realized that someone must have stitched it up, although she had only a dim memory of it. All she could think about was Robin, thrown from the car because he was protecting his little boy from harm, put in harm's way in the first place because Regina had been trying to protect them,

"He has a few broken ribs, some lacerations, and he's still pretty groggy, but considering the man was thrown from a moving vehicle, I'd say he's doing all right. It could have been a lot worse."

"Th-thank you," Regina said softly. Roland stirred in her arms; she shifted him so that she was supporting his weight completely in her arms as she stood up, his head resting gently on her shoulder. "Can we—can Roland see him?"

Whale seemed to consider this. "He's still fairly out of it," he told Regina gently. "And there's a few tubes and wires and things that might be scary for him. But he was asking to see his son."

Relief flooded through Regina. "He's speaking?"

"Insisting, rather. I think letting Roland see his father wouldn't hurt."

"Daddy?" Roland whispered from the crook of Regina's neck. She glanced down to see wide brown eyes blinking up at her, tired still but so much more alert than they had been before.

"Yes, Roland. Let's go and see your Daddy."

At first, seeing him in the bed didn't feel real. She had never seen Robin Hood looking so vulnerable before, lying there in a hospital gown. Bandages crisscrossed his arms, and his face was bruised and slightly swollen. Regina's heart ached at the sight of him, road rash peppering his skin where it is not bandaged, the little heartrate monitor on his index finger, an IV in his wrist. This wasn't her Robin—but it was. He was in this state because he was protecting his son. This was her Robin in every sense of the word.

Except he wasn't her Robin, he was Marian's. And she wasn't even there to see him.

"Daddy!" Roland cried out, scrambling in Regina's arms to be set down. She complied and watched him race over to his daddy's side, arms outstretched, and the sight made her ache even more. He tried to scramble up onto the bed, but Regina was quick to stop him, not wanting him to accidentally yank a wire from the wall or Robin's IV out by accident.

"Careful, Roland. You have to be gentle with your daddy for a while now, until he gets better, okay?"

"How's my brave Merry Man?" Robin asked him with a smile. His voice sounded tired, slightly slurred.

"I'm okay. I hit my head but the doctor says I'm okay. Just a bump, see?" He tilted his head back for his father to examine, which he did diligently.

Robin chuckled. "A fine goose egg. You can think of it as your first battle wound. I'm very proud of you for being so brave."

"Regina stayed with me so I wouldn't get scared. And Emma got a nurse to give me some juice. Are you gonna be okay, Daddy?"

Robin grinned at his son, ruffling his hair and placing a kiss atop his dark curls. "When have I ever not been?"

"That's what Regina said too."

"Regina is a very wise woman," Robin said solemnly. Regina, lingering in the doorway like some kind of unwelcome intruder, smiled softly. "And just who is Regina? One of the nurses you said took care of you?"

Regina's heart stopped.

"W-what?" she asked, taking a staggering step forward into the room. Her face was ashen, and Robin's brow furrowed in confusion.

"Or…your cheek. You're injured. Forgive me, were you involved in the…car accident as well? I'm terribly sorry, my memories of that are still a bit foggy. Either way… I don't believe we've been introduced. Robin of Locksley, at your service."