"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" I got out the crashed car while cursing that town sign for being there.

There was only one direction to go to and that was Storybrooke. Again. Just as I'd nearly managed to get out, I was back in that rat hole again that forced you to meet your unwanted children, get drunk and sleep with your son's adoptive mother's lover.

I was walking toward the town while pressing against the open wound on my forehead. The bleeding was already dying down and the nausea and dizziness was finally leaving me alone. The closest house was the Mayor's which was inhabited by the one person I did not want to be in contact with right now but I had to get help as soon as possible. I blamed the whole thing on Regina. She's the one who got me drunk in the first place, leading me to sleep with her 'involvement' also known as the sheriff, she was also the one who's tight skirt and irresistible lips appeared into my mind causing the whole damn car to crash!

Already her house was peeking above the tall oak trees. I walked through the garden and all the way to her door where I my hand in a fist and I was about to knock on the door when it opened and Regina came towards me.

"Emma? What happened to you?" She was looking at the wound on my head as I was trying to explain the whole situation leaving out the part about the pain in my chest and- right. The pain in my chest. I'd forgotten all about it. I didn't know if the Mayor was the right person for me to talk to about it.

"My car crashed against the town sign. I need some help getting it off the road and my head-" I was cut short by Regina picking up her phone.

"Leroy, can you go get a car and fix it? It's by the town sign." Regina hung up. "That should do it, your car will be working in no time. And about your head, I suggest you see Dr Whale about that. You'll find him at the hospital, just keep walking down the road until you find a large white building, similar to my house. Hope everything works out for you."

She shut the door and left me wondering what exactly had just happened. The wound seemed to be bleeding again as I felt a drop of blood drip off my chin onto my shirt.

The hospital was fairly easy to find and at this hour Storybrooke seemed less deserted and more alive. I entered the large white building. I must have been out for quite a while after the crashsince the afternoon sky was already slowly darkening towards a cloudless night.

"Miss? Let me look at that." A male doctor in his late thirties came towards me and his badge read 'Dr Whale '. He lead me to a room where he sat me down and asked me a few routine questions about what exactly had happened before giving me some stitches and telling me I could be on my way. He walked me past a room where a man was lying in a hospital bed and next to him I recognised Mary Margaret, the woman whom I'd met the day before. She was sitting there just talking to the unconscious man. Dr Whale and I walked to the lobby where he told me when I should get the stitches removed in a while and handed me a card with his contact information 'in case anything comes up'. Just as I was about to say my goodbyes, I doubled over in pain, my heart once more felt like it was being pushed away from my chest, breaking all my ribs on it's way out. I lay there on the ground nearly passed out from the pain, the cold marble hospital floor draining all the heat from my body through my cheek as Dr Whale and a few nurses rushed over and the last thing I remembered was a nurse picking up the hospital phone, dialling in a number and putting the phone to her ear. "Madam Mayor? We have an emergency."

My body felt loaded with drugs, which it probably was as I woke up from a troubled sleep in an uncomfortable hospital bed.

"This town really doesn't want to let me go." I thought over and over again seeing as it was the only logical explanation to all that was happening. The town just wasn't allowing me to leave but that doesn't make any sense did it?

My room was an empty, typical hospital room which smelled of cleaning detergent and hand sanitizer. The whiteness of the walls, floor, tables and sheets messed with my eyes and it all felt blurry for a very long time. I didn't feel like I was awake or like I was sleeping. I was in that room alone with my thoughts. Outside I heard Dr Whale talk with a woman but here, on the inside of the room I was lonely. Memories were coming back to me from that first drunken night. When I slept with Graham and then nothing. That's where my memories end. Except from a fuzzy moment when someone had come and seen us in my car. We went somewhere and I remember Graham screaming. Was I making all this up because of the medication I was on? Did it really happen?

The door opened and Dr Whale came in with his neutral face and tired eyes.

"You can go now. There are no abnormalities in your body, it might have been because of the crash." He was pulling all the tubes out of me. This was all so sudden, what if the pain came back?

"There is something wrong with me and I don't know what it is. That pain is what caused the crash I need it to be looked into." For a second the doctor stopped unplugging me but proceeded again faster than before.

"Unfortunately I'm not your doctor anymore, I can't look into your case. I'm sorry Miss Swan." Something was wrong and I could feel it. Nothing felt right.

"Well I need you to get me a doctor who can look into my case then. This is serious, I could be dying for all I know because your refusing to treat me." Anger built up inside my body. A doctor couldn't ignore a patient in need of help. Could they?

"Miss Swan, Emma. No doctor here can treat you. It's all I have to say." He pulled the last plug out of me and he left the room.

I had to get a last word in. I chose to yell after him no matter how crazy I sounded.

"Who gets to decide whether or not I get treated? I'm willing to pay for my treatment! I will sue if you don't!"

Dr Whale walked back into the room the neutral expression still painted on his emotionless face.

"Miss Swan, no one here will treat you, end of discussion."

"Under who's damn authority are you fuckers acting?" I couldn't afford to care about my words anymore, the whole town was one, massive mad house.

"I'm sorry Miss Swan no one will treat you. Mayor's orders."