Here is the next chapter. Thank you so much to the few people who actually reviewed. It is appreciated. :]

Mary's eyes flicker open as the sound of constant beeping annoys her. She takes time to glance around the room. What startles her is the thought that she has been here before and she is in fact in a hospital. Groaning slightly, she tries to pick up her arm and finds an IV tube sticking in her hand. She lets her head fall back onto the pillow as she thinks about what she 'dreamed' about.

Mary Margaret Blanchard is her name, right? In her dreams that felt like memories, she was being called Snow or Snow White. Why was she being called Snow White? Maybe she was thinking about Henry's book too much. In her dream she remembers all the vivid details and emotions she felt. It seemed so real to her. The fear grasping her chest when she had to give up her baby to protect her, the pain of child birth and the sensation of overwhelming love towards her prince and her child. She closes her eyes again and tries to go back to the place where she was happy. She remembers that moment when she was holding her baby and her prince was by her side. The prince looked a lot like David…

"Mrs. Blanchard." A small voice calls out to her, snapping her out of her thoughts. Looking over her shoulder and out the clear glass doors, she spots Henry making his way over to her. She smiles kindly at the boy. As he enters the room she is in, she realizes that she is in the room David was staying in.

"Hey Henry." She greets softly. Mary looks around for Regina to follow him but she isn't anywhere to be seen.

Henry sees Mary looking around for someone and assumes it is for his mom. "My mom isn't here, I think she went home for a bit. Dr. Whale sent her home because he wanted her to get some sleep." He glances at all the machines his teacher is hooked up to and wonders what was wrong. Whatever it was really shook up his mom. He sees Mr. Blanchard's confused expression and is equally confused why she is confused.

"Why was your mother here?" Mary asks. Why on earth was Regina here? She sees Henry's look of confusion.

"Uhh because you are her friend, duh." Henry answers, looking at her like she is still a coma. Mary's mind doesn't process the information quick enough because soon Regina comes down the hall towards her room. She sighs loudly and looks down at her IV. She is going to ask Regina why she was in her room because clearly they are not friends. Henry glances over his shoulder and sighs too.

"There you are Henry. I thought I'd find you here." Regina briskly walks up to them and raises an eyebrow as she examines the situation Mary is in. Mary doesn't like that condescending tone that she uses with everyone. "Mary Margaret, I hope you get better soon for your sake and Emma's. Poor girl has been a mess; she even tried to cite me a parking ticket in my own driveway." Regina puts her hand on Henry's shoulder. "Time to go, Henry. You need to do homework."

At Regina's statement, Mary's mind finally catches up. Henry thought she was looking for Emma. She feels all the color drain out of her face at the thought of Emma being upset and seeing her like this. Suddenly reaching out to grab Henry's arm before he leaves for good, she asks him a question.

"How long have I been like this?" Mary feels her pulse begin to race as she waits for an answer.

"You don't remember do you?" Henry looks over his shoulder to his mother's retreating figure then back at his teacher. "You've been out for about a week." With that, Henry turns around and runs out the door.

She can't bear the thought that just as she tried to help Emma push past her fears that she was going to leave her; she passed out for a week. She decides to do something as she tries to take the IV out. Just as she touches it, Dr. Whale comes in and rushes to her side to stop her.

"Please don't do that, Mary. I'm afraid you have to stay in this bed for another day of observation. That was quite a scare you gave us." Dr. Whale checks the heart beat monitor before checking her IV. Mary lets out a frustrated sigh as she leans back on her pillow.

"What happened to me?" She timidly asks. She can't tell if she wants to know or not. Whatever it was caused her some realistic dreams. Dr. Whale shifts uncomfortably before answering.

"Well, that is the thing. We don't really know. We ran some tests and came up with nothing. All we know is that you were in a coma for a week before you naturally woke up."

Mary glances at the chair positioned directly beside her. It is right at her beside. Dr. Whale sees her attention shift and decides to answer some questions Mary might have.

"Emma was here almost every day. I had to send her home because she wouldn't get any sleep here. She would always sit there with your hand in hers and watched for any signs that you would wake. I'm assuming there is something significant with holding your hand because she wouldn't let go." Dr. Whale grows silent and lets that bit of information sit in her mind. Staring at her hand, Mary somehow feels that Emma has been holding her hand. She realizes that right before she passed out, they had been comforting each other and holding each others hands. Her face grows paler when she realizes she probably let go when she promised she wouldn't. It had more of a symbolic meaning. Mary glances up at Dr. Whale.

"How did I get here?" Mary quietly asks. Her voice seems small and out of practice. Dr. Whale cracks a smile as he thinks back.

"You were quite lucky to have Emma as a friend. She actually carried you all the way here. She was out of breath when she arrived with your limp body in her arms. I'm pretty sure she was running. She was sweaty and had swollen red eyes but when I suggested to her that she go home and get some rest, she nearly pulled her gun on me. She is very protective of you, you know." Dr. Whale writes something down on his clipboard then walks out, leaving Mary to think about all he has said.

Her breath catches in her throat as she thinks about what she has put Emma through. The guilt she feels because of her needing to have Emma run her to the hospital is devastating. Her poor friend had to see her become lifeless in her arms. A sickening thought comes to her mind. She realizes that Graham had a similar fate but was not so lucky. Emma probably thinks everyone she cares for falls apart as soon as she opens herself up to them. Gasping to herself, Mary wonders about how Emma is taking it. Mary quirks her head to her side as she thinks about the last part Dr. Whale said. She smiles gently to herself at the thought of Emma being protective of her. It feels nice to know that someone cares about you and even to the point of drawing a gun. With that sentiment in mind, Mary closes her eyes and slowly drifts off to sleep.

I know it is not exactly where it could have gone but I think that Mary will have a hard time deciding what is important about her dreams and even if she realizes that they are the truth, she may not want to accept it.