A/N: It started with a tumblr prompt by Franzi (soligblomma) :) Robin's point of view.
Red. It's red and warm. Blood is escaping from Regina's body freely and Robin can feel how warm it is even with the glove covering his hand. The liquid that is still keeping her alive is a dark shade of red, but the contrast it makes with her skins is unreal. She is pale; even her hands are pale. The color has left her cheeks, but her eyes are shining and telling him things noone has ever told him before. Although he doesn't really know her, she is lighting up his whole world. She fills all his senses and her pain is his pain, too. He's trying to reassure her, to make her believe she will be okay even if there's no hope left in him and he's dreading what will come next.
The boy who calls her "mom" crouches beside her. He's clutching a quill and something else and he's muttering things Robin can't understand. Because all he can feel is her agonizing breaths and all he can see is her eyes closing for the last time. He realizes his own eyes are full of unshed tears and the desperation drowns him for a second. But then everything is blurry and bright. The light -is it coming from her? from the boy?- is blinding and when his vision can focus on the world around him again, he finds himself sprawled on one of the streets of Storybrooke. His head is heavy and pounding and his only thought is her blood, red and warm, oozing from her fatal injury.
He's up on his feet in seconds, his heart beating wildly on his chest and he's running. It's like his feet have their own volition and his only instinct is to run to her, even if he doesn't fully comprehend what has happened. Two lives are mingling in his head as he runs and it's overwhelming. One life is much more real than the other and he's sure of that. He knows that they separated only minutes before. He would go to check on Roland and then he would be back with her and she would go to Gold's shop with Emma and the Sorcerer. That feels like it was a lifetime away and in a way it was. Now he can't take her closed eyes out of his mind. Even if it was only for a second, he knows that image will haunt him for a while and right now he just has to find her.
His feet take him to the side of Gold's shop and once he goes around the corner, he spots her not far away. She's alive, she looks okay and she's hugging her son. She's alive. He only has moments for it to register to him, because he now has a new purpose, to touch her, to make sure it's really her. He resumes running and notices Emma on the ground. He makes a move to help her, because Regina is on her feet and she's with Henry and they would both be devastated if something was wrong with Emma. But Emma has almost gotten up by herself, so Robin turns his eyes to Regina again. That moment, that wonderful moment, Regina turns around and their eyes meet.
Only three more wide steps and he's in front of her, hugging her to him like there's no tomorrow. She lets a gasp escape, that hides both relief and surprise, and he knows he almost brought them both on the ground with the force he crashed himself of her, but he doesn't care. The only thing that matters is that she's there, in his arms. She's hugging him back and he holds her tightly, burying his face in her hair, breathing her sweet scent. They pull away slightly and he cradles her head, his hands touching soft hair and soft cheeks, those cheeks that are now flushed with life. He sees her glancing behind him for a moment and he can sense her relaxing a little after realizing that Emma is okay as well. She looks back at him and her smile is dazzling. He can't resist kissing it. She kisses him back briefly, but reassuringly, still having her arms around his waist.
Emma runs away and they both follow her with their eyes. They break their embrace, but their arms are still touching. Henry is lingering beside them and he can recall not recognizing the boy, but he knows him now. He reaches for him and Henry accepts his friendly hug. Robin holds him and pulls Regina back to his other side, the three of them holding on to each other for some long moments. He feels Regina's head drop on his shoulder and his heartbeat speeds up not from excitement, but from fear. He looks down on her and her eyes are closed, but this time it's different, because he can feel her breath on his neck. A faint but content smile is on her face and she's so very much alive. Henry rubs her arm and he tells her that it's okay now. Robin can feel the young man (how did he grow up so much in the few weeks he hadn't seen him?) shaking and he promises himself that he'll do everything in his power to keep his mom alive. Because Henry saw the light leaving her eyes just like he did and that's something no kid should witness. He feels Regina's eyelashes flutter against his jawline and she's looking up at Henry, smiling proudly. He lets go of them and reaches for his phone. After making sure Roland is okay, he feels complete. It's overwhelming, but it's vital and wonderful. Regina's hand rests on his elbow and she's talking with Henry. They're back, they're all back and they're together.