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Robin did not know how to drive one of those mechanical carriages. If he did, it would have been very useful. Anything would have been useful. With the beautiful woman in his arms unconscious, he felt powerless. All he could do was hold her close in his arms, with his jacket on her's to try to keep her warm, and run.

His legs continuously pounding on the forest floor, trying to find his way to a populated area. He had lost his sense of direction. He was not lost, but he and no idea where he was. He stopped running for a minute to assess where he was. Against his body he could feel her heart pounding hard inside her frozen skin. She was pale. So cold.

His eyes scanned the area. Through the trees, he could see a faint glow which he recognized as the town. He rushed through the trees to finally came through to a street which he identified as Main Street. Following the road he finally came across a group of people standing outside Granny's Dinner. "Please! Some one help me!" He yelped urgently while striding through the crowd.

Red pushed her way though the crowd. "Robin where is Marian?"

"It doesn't matter." He said between heavy breaths. "I found Regina, and she is hurt. I need to get her help!"

As Red stepped forward. She walked over to Robin to see the figure he was holding in his arms. Once close enough, she could correctly identify the face of the former mayor. It had become pale and her lips were blue in color. "We need to get her to the hospital." She quickly reached into her back pocket and pulled out a ring of keys.

Robin followed quickly behind her as Red rushed to her bright red car that was parked a little bit down the street from Granny's. "I can not thank you enough for your kindness."

Red laughed as she helped Robin into the back seat. "Gives me a good excuse to see my boy friend." She shut the door and the moved to the driver's seat. "Buckle up!"

Robin pulled the strap from over his shoulder, holding it out in front of him, confused as to what it may do. He pulled it forward until it clicked and moved no further and then let it zip back inside. The car starting to move, he gave up on the so called 'seat belt' and held onto Regina's hand.

He gripped it tightly, and even though she wasn't their to be comforted by it, he did not let go.


He followed her down the hallway as the nurses pushed her on a hospital bed. They connected strange tubes to her, machines that flashed and blinked. Something beeped with her steady pulse. It was slower than normal, but according to Dr. What, her heart was still beating at a healthy level.

They wrapped may blankets around her frozen body. Anything to warm her up. It was unhealthy to be exposed to so much ice water for so long. He subconsciously kept her hand in his, still holding on from the car ride over. He told the doctors that he was trying to keep her warm.

That was only half true. He wanted to hold her hand until she woke, to make her feel safe, to give her some sign that he still loved her.

He felt guilty. Maybe she would not have jumped if he had looked harder. Three months he had spent with his wife. At night, when all was quiet, his thoughts would drift to her. Her smile. Her laugh. Her eyes. And then more which he was too embarrassed to admit.

She would fill his head. Every moment with his wife he wish to do nothing but run. The first week with Marian had been bliss. After that, it was over. They started fighting. Every night they would find something it was the right thing to do with Roland or if he tossed and turned too much in his sleep. And one night, where she tried so hard to gain his heart, trying to recapture what they once had, they slept together.

It want until she left suddenly when he realized a name had slipped from him lips. The wrong name. It just slipped off his tongue so simply. Proceeding the simple slip of the tongue came another long argument which left him lying awake not next to the woman he still called his wife.

"Robin." Dr. Whale said taking Robin out of his daze.

"What?"

"I need to ask you a few questions." He said as he held up the clip broad. Robin nodded and Whale continued. "How did she get like this."

Robin cleared his throat nervously. "Well, I was walking though the woods by the lake and I saw here. She was standing on the bridge. And then... she... fell off."

It was very apparent that Robin did not know how bad of a lie that was. It was one of the most unconvincing lies Dr. Whale had ever heard.

"Some part of that statement leads me to believe you are lying." Robin chose not to respond. "I am going to need to draw a blood sample to run a simple lab. If you could hold her arm for me." Robin did so and watched as the large needle held in Dr. Whale's hand slid though Regina's skin and hit something deep within. He pulled up on the plunger and her crimson blood filled the tube attached to the needle. Robin cringed at the sight of it. Whale extracted the needle and gave the tube to a nurse. "Run this to the lab, and tell them it is of utmost importance."

The nurse nodded and ran down the hallway in the opposite direction that they were wheeling Regina's bed. The doors to a private room was opened and two nurses transported Regina's limp body to the bed. Still clutching her hand tightly, he watched with sad eyes as he watched her head fall to the left slowly, her hair splaying out on the pillow as it fell.

As he looked down on her beauty, Whale walked up next to him. "I am sorry to assume things, but I thought you two weren't together anymore since you wife-"

"We aren't together." Robin said coldly to try and hid his secret affection for her.

What he didn't know is that he was doing a horrible job of it, for even Dr. Whale could clearly see the unspoken connection between the two. Love filled Robin's eyes when he looked to her laying in the bed. "I am going to go check the progress of the lab." He walked out of the room along with the other two nurses that were assisting him earlier.

He was now alone with her. He quickly check to see if any person was watching. Finding no one, he brushed a little hair off of her forehead and placed a loving kiss on her forehead. "Please stay strong Regina." He whispered.


Whale held up the result of Regina's blood lab and shock his head. In solitude she had taken good care of herself. Her vitamins, cholesterol, electrolytes, even platelets were normal. Blood sugar was very low, but that could be easily fixed with fluids. What worried him was a positive on something he would not have expected; pregnancy.

And without even asking he knew who the father was. His delema was one that could make or break many lives. Whether to revel this information or not. If he did, it may break Marian's heart, the poor woman. If he didn't, Robin may never know.

To tell or not to tell.

Gripping his clip board tightly he walked into Regina's room. He watched as Robin stood over her with a hopeless smile on his face. Whale ordered a nurse to hang a bag of fluid and to connect an IV to her arm. "She is going to be okay." Robin exhaled heavily and his face filled with a little hope. "With a little time and rest, she will be back on her feet. I want her to stay here after she recovers though."

"Why?"

"She attempted at suicide, which means she has a mental problem. We can arrange for Doctor Hopper to come in for a few sessions, although I feel she attempted it with more personal problems at heart."

"I don't follow."

Dr. Whale walked over to a cart holding an ultrasound machine. Robin marveled at it as Whale turned it on and lifted the wand. Whale took some gel in his hand while lifting Regina's shirt a little. Covering her stomach with the gel, he lowered the wand down on her stomach. On a screen, a small figure of a forming child appeared. "Robin, she is with child."

Robin's jaw dropped with surprise. He moved closer to the screen where the picture was displayed. "Is that?"

"Yes, that is her child." Robin took his hand and placed it over top of the image of the child. "I don't think I need to ask who the father is, do I?"

"How far along is she?" Robin asked quietly

"Robin-"

"How far along is she!" He demanded a little louder, surprising Dr. Whale.

"By the looks of things, probably three months. I doubt any longer."

Robin swallowed hard and looked up from the image of the child to the wall where a mirror hung. He felt suddenly disgusted by his own reflection. "Then there is no need to ask, because you already know."