Enrique stood next to Kiarra who was sleeping in the hospital. He examined her beautiful sleeping face and slowly, he looked down at her her ribs. The nurse thought she hadn't broken any, but when the doctor took a look he confirmed that she had. The bruising was a very prominent sign that something wasn't quite right.
He stoked her sleeping face lovingly.
He knew how much he truly loved her, wanted and needed her. He knew she needed to be his wife. He had no idea why she thought he was dead. She knew him well enough now to know his face and be able to differentiate between him and someone who looked like him. So what could be the explanation?
He didn't want to believe that the accident could somehow caused Kiarra some brain damage. And if it had, wouldn't the doctors have told him by now?
He remembered the icy way the doctor had looked at him.
"And who, may I ask, are you to Kiarra?"
"I am her boyfriend." he had responded in his thick Italian accent.
The doctor just sneered and turned back to the paper he was scribbling on.
Obviously the doctor wasn't too fond of Enrique, but he could have at least told him if something was wrong with Kiarra.
A soft knock in the hospital door ripped Enrique away from his silent musings.
The door opened and Mary Margret stepped in, holding flowers.
"I just thought I'd check on her." she said softy.
Enrique just nodded.
"So have you heard anything from the doctors?" she asked, her eyebrows wrinkling in concern.
"No." he replied softly.
She just smiled and squeezed his shoulder.
"Everything will work out the way it's supposed to." she whispered. "Oh and Enrique, if you need even the smallest thing, don't be afraid to ask me." and without another word she left the room, leaving Enrique and Kiarra alone.
He leaned towards her and kissed her eyelids gently .
"I love you." he whispered softly, but she was sleeping deeply, and of course couldn't hear him.
He settled back down into his chair and slept.
He woke up the next morning when the nurse brought Kiarra something for breakfast.
Kiarra looked over at Enrique.
"I'm sorry I forgot to ask if you wanted anything." she said, glancing down at the plate of food in her lap.
"Do you want to share?" she asked, holding the plate out.
"No Mia Amata. I'll go pick something up and be right back.
Just then his phone rang with some Country song that Kiarra couldn't quite place.
He answered it. It was Mary Margret. She was on her way to work and wanted to know if he needed anything.
"Well actually, would you mind picking me up something for breakfast?" he asked.
"Sure thing!" she replied, and told him she'd be there soon.
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Enrique was so surprised by the people of Storybrooke. They were all so loving and caring.
Mary Margret brough Enrique breakfast and on her lunch break, brought him an iced coffee.
Ruby, , and Daniel, had all been in with flowers for Kiarra.
Granny brought in a check and told Kiarra that this week was paid vacation.
Even had stopped by and given Enrique a book that he had at his pawn shop.
"I uh, noticed that you like reading. Every time I see you at Granny's diner you're reading. And this is a really good book ." he said in his soft Scottish accent, handing Enrique a book.
"Plus my wife Bella said it would be nice if I visited you." he mumbled.
"Well tell her I said thank you." he said.
Gold looked at him and smiled.
"You'll have a chance to tell her yourself. She's at home baking some cookies to bring over." All in all the people here were wonderful.
A few days later Kiarra was released from the hospital.
The doctor told Enrique that Kiarra had hit her head and may have a little bit of confusion.
"It's normal and she should get over it in a few days." he said.
Enrique only hoped that Kiarra would get better sooner rather than later.
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Regina smiled evilly to herself as she filed her long red nails.
Her plan had worked out perfectly. Well, almost perfectly. She had planned on Kiarra dying, but her believing that Enrique was a ghost? Well that was even better. Now she -Regina would be the person Enrique would turn to when Kiarra pushed him away.
Her smile grew wider and wider, beginning to hurt her cheeks. There was a man she met who's name was Lawrence. He was extremely jealous of Enrique and would do anything to be like him. He had a little bit of magic left from the other world, that he had used to make himself look like Enrique. Thats when the evil plan began formulating in Regina's mind. She orchestrated the fake funeral and so far everything has
been going as planned. Now she has to go and see Enrique. And she knows exactly where he'll be.