You're all probably going to kill me for this one so I'm going to apologize in advance, I'm sorry. I don't usually write stuff like this but the heart wants what it wants? This may be a result from the previous episode absolutely killing me...(IDK?)At least we know all will be well in a few episodes time! (Thank the gods for the BTS photos)

A/N: I don't own anything except my broken shipper heart.


Limits

Her heart is the most resilient, that she knows but even the most resilient can have limits. Hers is seeing his body, lifeless, lying on the pavement like a forgotten toy. His limbs are twisted in unnatural ways and then there's the blood, so much blood. She runs to him without thinking, not hesitating a moment before kneeling before him, the blood surely staining her pants and she calls to him, trying to wake him up but it's too late. She feels her world disappear in that moment, feels her heart breaking into a thousand little pieces that will never go back together. She doesn't hear her own screams or the sirens behind her and when the medics come she can only watch as they lift his body onto gurney. She vaguely remembers trying to go with him, but strong arms hold her back and she falls into them, too broken to care who's holding her. Then suddenly she's in the hospital waiting room and pushed down into a chair. Mary Margaret is sitting beside her, arm around her shoulder and Emma is kneeling in front of her, wiping his blood off of her hands. Both try to tell her that it's going to be okay, that the doctors will save him but the image of his body still on the pavement haunts her and she doesn't think there's any saving left to do. But for the first time she tries to be hopeful, thinking that maybe he'll be brought back to her because god, she needs him to comeback. Then she remembers Roland, her brave little knight and in a panic she asks where he is. She should be the one comforting him right now but Mary Margaret insists that he's fine and that Henry and David are keeping him occupied for the time being, he doesn't even know what's happened to his father. This comforts her a little and she finds herself somewhat relaxed for the first time since the accident and so she leans her head on Mary Margaret's shoulder. She's tired she realizes, but she doesn't dare fall asleep. When her eyes close all she can see is his lifeless body on the road and it kills her all over again but the day has really taken a toll on her so when her eyes begin to flutter close she finds herself powerless to stop it.

She's awakened by the sound of her name and when she opens her eyes Dr. Whale is standing in front of them, looking surprisingly calm. She listens as he tells them about Robin's condition, the surgery went well but he lost so much blood he was put into a coma. All she gets out of the doctor's spiel is that he's alive. Her soulmate hasn't left her yet and he's still fighting. So she wipes her eyes, which are surely puffy and red and asks if she can see him but it comes out as more of a demand – she needs to see him. Dr. Whale nods and her hands shake has she walks through the white corridors and she takes a deep breath before entering the room he points her too. The first thing she notices is that he's hooked up to what seems like a million different machines and his face is ghostly pale but his chest is moving, the monitor beeping and that's all she cares about. She thought she'd lost him for good; it didn't seem possible that he had survived the accident but he did. She sits in the chair next to his bed and takes his hand in hers. It's cold, so unlike him. He used to joke about how he was her own personal radiator because she was always cold as stone and he was always warm like a fire. The thought makes her smile for a moment before she's brought back to the cold hospital room. She'd do anything to see his clear blue eyes again, to hear him laugh and to see those dimples that she loves so much. She brings her hand up to stroke his cheek, feeling his stubble as her fingers run through his beard. She can't lose him now, not again. So she leans forward and presses her lips to his forehead, whispering that she loves him and prays that he'll come back to her, back to his family. She watches him for a moment hoping for some sort of miracle before resting her head on the side of his bed and kissing their joined hands before closing her eyes. Then suddenly she feels something, his hand squeezing hers and when she looks up, his clear blue eyes are gazing into her own.