Doing quite a hurdle for today! There was an update earlier, so check it out if you didn't read it!

Let's get today's drabble started.

Enjoy!

Christmas Room

Summary: After a particularly nasty encounter with the latest bad guy to terrorize Storybrooke, Emma is under intensive care at the hospital. After one day of visiting, Regina decides that she needs to do something for her.

World: Canon compliant and a few years in the future

As Emma fell asleep again, Regina sighed. She wished she could just heal her girlfriend and they could get out of here, but there were some things that not even magic could do. It didn't help that this room looked so bleary, pristine and sterile. It was nearly Christmas, this room needed some festive cheer.

So she got up, and made a decision. She went back home, and called Henry down.

"Hey mom, how is she?" Henry asked as he arrived.

Regina smiled at his consideration. "She's healing. I was wondering if you wanted to help me with something?"

"Sure!" he replied enthusiastically. He had noticed his mom had been a bit glum ever since his other mother had been in the hospital, but he had the distinct impression that whatever she was about to say would change everything.

The plan was simple. Gather up all their decorations and take them to Emma's room at the hospital. She should at least be able to wake up on Christmas without having to look at four white walls and no holiday cheer. And so they got to work, boxing everything up again and taking it to the car. They left some things, like lights and candles, it wouldn't do to blow out a fuse, or to set off the fire alarm.

But everything else went into the boxes, and to Storybrooke Hospital. Getting through the nurses was a different thing altogether.

"What is the meaning of this?" a nurse, Regina vaguely recalled her maybe being called Mendez, screeched at seeing the multitude of boxes being carried by the Millses. Thankfully, she wasn't aware there were more boxes, and a tree too still in the car.

Henry, ever so brave, gleefully said with that youthful joy that was still ever-present in his voice, "We're going to decorate my mom's room for Chrtismas!"

"Absolutely not! There are a few sparse decorations around, but you can't just do what you want!" Nurse Mendez harrumphed.

Regina bit back, "I will remind you that we're going to decorate the Saviour's room, who saved everyone's asses, including your pitiful one, from being annihilated, so show some respect."

She knew Emma hated being referred to as the Saviour, and of having her special status used to grant her favours, but Regina would not let anyone stop her plan. She would use magic to bypass her if needed.

"I could care less, Madam Mayor. Rules are rules, and I-"

"Is there a problem here?" Salvation had come in the cool voice of Nurse Ratched, a stern expression and pursed lips set on her face. It seems that the latter's reputation preceeded her, for Nurse Mendez balked a bit, ready to say that there was nothing wrong.

But of course, Henry felt particularly outspoken enough to say, "Nurse Mendez doesn't want to allow us to decorate Emma's room."

Regina was sure Nurse Mendez was ready to run away, if she didn't faint first at Ratched's glare. "Nurse Mendez, please return to your post, and if I hear you're causing the Millses any trouble, you'll have to answer to me."

Grinning, both mother and son watched as Mendez left, and they continued their trajectory to Emma's room, and started preparing everything. From the couch, to the coat-hanger, all the furniture was now festive, they even cleared a space for their tree. They stayed clear of all the machines, but they added a winter-themed blanket over the hospital one resting on Emma. In a little over an hour, the room was ready, every inch that they could find had been Christmas-fied, now they just needed Emma to wake up.

As she walked over to her, Regina was giddy with excitement at seeing how Emma would react. She leaned down an pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and watch as olive green eyes fluttered open. "R'gina?" she murmured, sleep in her voice.

"How do you like your room?" Regina asked, before moving to the side so her love could see it. It truly was magical. It looked like something out of a storybook, as cliche as it sounded, but the smile that dawned on Emma's face was worth it all for Regina.

Henry grinned from the sofa and added, "We even brought over the presents!"

Emma laughed, ecstatic at this display of affection. "It's absolutely brilliant, I love this and you guys too. You two are the best."

Their son got up and rushed over to Emma's other side, giving her a careful hug so he didn't hurt her. "We love you mom. Now I'm gonna get some cocoa from Granny's."

"Merry Christmas my dear," Regina added after Henry left, gifting her with a kiss that was eagerly returned with vigour.

And that was that for today!

Tomorrow, I'll have a bit of mischievous Regina!