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The paramedics found her in a ditch still alive, but barely breathing. Her left ankle twisted all the way around, the doctors said she'd never walk again. Looking so small there in the grass, her ballet outfit now stained a deep red. New bruises now covered her pale face, snow dotting her black hair. Her convertible smooshed between the other cars, she had flew through the top that never did close. Her mother never visited her, just told the doctors to get her out of there as quickly as possible, so she could dance six weeks later. Leaving an unconscious Regina in a hospital bed with no reason to fight no reason to fight.
Emma Swan's first day on the job was a rough one, already a new patient and at that one who was in a coma. A patient they said might not even wake up, but that didn't stop her. She came in every day to see the sleeping woman, whose black hair was in long messy curls. Whose skin was a sickly white color that matched the gauze on her forehead. The messy makeup still in streaks down her face, Emma went through her bag, smiling softly when she found what she needed. Taking out the small makeup wipe and gently wiping away the makeup streaks, her eyes widening and mouth opening in a gasp. When she saw all the bruises that peppered the girls skin, the part that saddened her the most was that the bruises were old. Which meant the accident didn't do this to her, no something else did. "What happened to you, sweetie?" The question is soft spoken and more to herself than it was to the girl. The woman she silently corrected herself, sometimes she had to remind herself that the small fragile looking form dwarfed by the hospital bed, was older than herself by a year. Gently removing the make up around the woman's mouth and chin. Almost crying at the fingerprint shaped bruises she saw there, she knew those bruises for she had once worn them. It reminded her of things that were buried deep within her, memories of a little girl whose blonde hair was matted from lack of care. Memories of a little girl whose adoptive father drank too much and used his fists as words, and boy did he talk and scream a lot. She pushed away those thoughts and let a tear fall for the woman, running her fingers softly through her hair. Singing softly under her breath, as she went to go stretch out the other woman's feet. She was stopped by a gentle tap on her shoulder, causing her breath to hitch and turn around. To see rich chocolate eyes staring into her own deep forest eyes. The stars look so peaceful there in her eyes, god Emma you can't think that way knock it off. The blonde was lost in her thoughts drowning in pools of chocolate color.
"H-Hi I'm um I'm Emma, your physical therapist." Emma says softly trying her best not to startle Regina anymore than she might have already.