Regina bounded up the hospital stairs, grasping onto the railing and allowing her own momentum to swing her around and propel her forward up the next flight. The words on the other end of the phone call that Emma and she had received played over and over again in her mind. It is Henry, his condition has changed, you should get here as soon as possible. Her heart had stopped in that moment, her breath hitched. She hung up the phone; she normally would ask many questions. Changed how? Is he going to be alright? But her heart Regina knew that things weren't alright. There wasn't time for questions. This time she had to do what the voice said and get to the hospital.

And that is what she had done. She had gotten into her Mercedes with Emma Swan, who was blabbering like an idiot. Regina didn't listen, she didn't care what she was saying. She had sped to the hospital, most likely risking her life and others, but she didn't care, her son needed her. And now she was so close, she ran down the hallway, she could hear Emma's footsteps only paces behind her.

She neared the glass room where she had left her son only hours earlier. She hadn't gotten to say everything that she wanted to say before leaving for the library. She had only told him that she was sorry, which she was. Her pride, and jealously had lead Henry to the precarious condition he was in now, it was all her fault and for that she was sorry. But she wanted to tell him so much more than that, tell him how much she loved him. Tell him how she felt her heart change when he was first placed in her arms when he was only three weeks old, how she had forgotten to love before she learned to love him. Tell him that all she had ever wanted to do was to protect him. She hoped that she would still have time.

But all she saw was Dr. Whale and one of the nuns, the woman who was the blue fairy, walking slowly out of the room. She thought for a moment that it was because Henry was better, there was no need to rush if Henry was better. But the looks on their faces said something completely different. They looked at her and Emma with pity, Regina hated the look of pity.

After a moment Dr. Whale broke the silence, "I'm sorry…we did everything we could."

Regina felt as if her heart had been ripped from her chest. She couldn't breathe and suddenly every limb in her body felt numb. But somehow her mind lead her to the glass door, she pressed her hands to the glass, it felt so cool. She looked through and saw Henry laying on the bed, wiring and tubes coming off of him. His face was covered in a mask that was meant to help him breathe, he didn't need it anymore. A nurse walked around him, untangling the wires, removing the mask.

She turned around to see Blue looking at her with more pity, she could hear sobs coming from Emma. She wondered why she hadn't started crying yet. She certainly felt broken enough. She turned back around, she didn't want to see those people, she wanted to see her son. She put pressure on the door, swinging it open slightly and walked through, her paces getting faster by the second until she stood by Henry. Emma wasn't far behind her, his birth mother placed her hand gently on Henry's before Regina swatted it away. "Don't touch my son!" She said, her voice was hoarse and caught in her throat. And then the tears started.

Emma looked up to see Regina, she had a look that bordered on madness in her eyes, but behind it she saw grief, loss, and brokenness. She backed off, the mayor was a powerful woman and Henry's mother, even though she was as well. She would say goodbye to her son later, as much as Emma hated to admit it, now was Regina's time. Her consequences would come later for what she had done. But for now she would let the grieving woman before her say goodbye to her son.

Regina was looked back down at Henry and placed her hand where Emma's was only moments ago. He looked so peaceful as if he was sleeping. He looked just as he had every night for the past eleven years when she would go to check on him before going to bed herself. He had grown into such a beautiful boy in those years, and she wasn't ready for it to be over. But she knew from the past, that no matter how hard you try, you can't bring back the dead.

She moved her hand from where it sat on Henry's hand to his forehead, brushing his hair to the side in a neat fashion. "I'm sorry" Regina said through her tears, "I'm so sorry this is all my fault, I love you so much Henry. I know that you think that I don't, but I do. I have loved you every day since I met you."

She looked down at him, almost expecting to hear a quip back about how it wasn't possible for her to love him, after all she was the Evil Queen. But instead he just laid there as still as ever.

She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. She realized it had been quite some time since she had done that, it used to be one of their bedtime rituals, a kiss goodnight. She pressed her lips to his forehead and whispered quietly, "Good night my sweet boy."

She leaned back up and started to rearrange his hair. That was it, she wouldn't get to say all the things to him that she wanted to say. And if Ms. Swan was to be true to her word she would dead soon, it didn't sound so bad right now.

A gasp interrupted her thoughts and she looked down to her son, his eyes were open and the color was returning to his face.

"Em…Mom?" Henry said confused.

"Henry" Regina breathed out relieved, "You're okay."

"You saved me." Henry said, still sounding confused. He knew that the only thing that was capable of doing something like that was true loves kiss. And if she was alive that meant that his mom loved him.

A blue light emanated out from Henry and Regina like a wave, spreading out across the room and out into the town. As it passed by the people they reacted slightly until a look a new found understanding covered their faces.

"What is…" Regina started to ask.

"You broke the curse." Henry said.