Emma shrugged on her leather jacket sadly, hating herself for leaving the hospital while Regina was still there. She could cry alone from the fact she had to wake up Regina not once, but twice from passing out. Yes the woman hated her guts. Yes the brunette didn't know the blonde truly loved her. But that didn't stop the young Sheriff from protecting what she cared about.

Stepping out into the crisp Maine air, she sighed, figuring out where she should start on her mental list. Running to Regina's home and getting some clothes for when she leaves, or to go to Granny's and get some coffee and a salad (knowing the Mayor, she probably wouldn't enjoy crap hospital food and watered down coffee.) Maybe she could ask Henry what kind of - "oh shit." The curse words left Emma's lips louder than she had intended, gaining a concerned glance from the various townspeople around her.

She had completely forgotten Henry. She had been so concerned with making sure Regina was okay that she totally had let their ... her ... Regina's son slip her mind. Was he still at home sleeping away in his bed? Or had he gotten up and gone to school without Regina's help? School. That's probably where he was. He's 10. He can handle himself. "Oh my god." Emma whispered, ripping her cell phone from her pocket and instantly dialing Mary Margaret. How could she forget her beautiful boy? How had Regina not even mentioned him once? Did she just know somehow that the son she raised so well had gotten out of bed, make a sandwich with an apple for his TRON lunchbox, and walked to the bus stop himself; all without wanting to wake his obviously sick mother? Leaning against a light pole, Emma waited ring after ring, praying her roommate would answer and put her mind at ease.

"Hello?" The young, sweet voice came from the other end; music to her ears, which would be long forgotten and replaced with the confirmation that her son was safe.

"Is Henry in class?"

"W-What?"

"Is Henry in class today? Please, Mary Margaret, I need to know!"

"Yes, he is. They're in silent reading at the moment; I'm in the hall."

Emma let out an audible gasp of relief. "Thank god."

"Emma, what's going on?"

"Regina had a seizure this morning, and I had to take her to the hospital."

"Oh my god!"

"I'm on my way to Granny's to grab her some lunch when I remembered Henry. Please ... don't tell him though. Regina would kill me and I'd rather her or I tell him."

"Is she going to be okay?"

"Yeah, she's still her same old bitchy self." The hesitation of referring to Regina as a bitch slipped from Emma's lips. Her beloved roommate had no knowledge of her sexuality, let alone that her heart belonged to a certain brown eyed Mayor. At the moment, Emma was determined to keep it that way. So she kept up the assumption that the duo hated each other - when in truth, it was one sided.

"That's good at least. I promise I won't say anything. You'll be picking him up from school I assume?"

"Yeah, Regina's going to be on bed rest for a while and even after that I don't - I mean the doctor doesn't want her driving."

"I'm so sorry you're having to deal with all of this."

"It's not a big deal. I've ... never seen her so scared. She wasn't Madame Mayor, hiding behind an image, she was ... real. A genuine human being; afraid of what would happen. I've -"

"Emma. You're rambling."

"Right ... right." Emma mentally cursed herself for letting her own psycho babble escape to anywhere but her own mind.

"Look, I just wanted to check if he was safe and not alone. Thanks. I'll pick him up later and then I'll see you at the apartment."

"Alright. Bye."

Emma tapped the red end button, tearing her gaze away from the brick wall she had been staring at the entire conversation. Henry was, thankfully, safe at school, while his mother lie in a hospital bed. Emma, and most likely, Regina were thankful the incident occured when he was not home. That he didn't have to watch his mother shake on the floor for 15 seconds. 15 long seconds. Thankful that Emma had been the one to call 911 and not their 10 year old son. Emma was not a religious woman, but on that day ... she thanked whatever was up there listening.

Walking down the street. she finally made her way into Granny's diner. The same regulars in their same spots; drinking the same coffee and eating the same sandwiches. Her boots made light thumping noises against the tile. "Hey Rubes." She said in a somber tone, truly run down emotionally from the events of the morning.

"Hey Emma. You okay?" The beautiful waitress replied, leaning on her elbows against the marble counter.

"Not exactly. Regina's in the hospital. I came by to grab her some lunch." The Sheriff confessed in a hush manner. The blood seemed to drain from Ruby's face, standing up straight once more.

"Is she okay? H-How can I help?" Ruby questioned in an instant. Eyebrows knitting together.

"Yeah, she's fine. I just need whatever she usually gets when she comes in." Emma took a seat at the counter, slipping the red coat off her shoulders. Her eyes connected with Ruby's. Although no words had been ever said, Ruby could see the sadness behind the green orbs. How it pained Emma for the stick-in-the-mud Mayor to, apparently, be ill.

"On it." Ruby walked from the counter into the back of the diner, hidden by a wall, and one swing door.

Emma mindlessly ran her fingertips along the hem of her jeans; stitch after stitch, she casually felt the small bump of yellow thread. Just longing to do anything but panic about Regina.

"Ms. Swan?" The husky voice interrupted her thoughts. The woman lifted her head to see Mr. Gold standing before her. "If I heard correctly, our dear Mayor is in the hospital, did I not?" The man questioned, leaning onto his cane. That fucking cane.

"Yeah, but she'll be fine. Not that you care." The last four words left her lips in a brisk whisper. She knew that Gold would take advantage of any of Regina's weaknesses; having a seizure and about to be bed ridden being one of them.

"Oh, I do care. I care deeply about anything regarding the health of Ms. Mills. What might be the cause of her stay?"

Emma rolled her eyes and for the first time since he entered the diner, she lifted her gaze to look at him again. "Bad case of the flu."

Mr. Gold smiled his famous smile and politely nodded to the woman; just as he turned to leave, he stopped: "Be sure to give my best to her." Creepy much dude?

As Gold left, Ruby returned swiftly with a white paper bag, along with a plastic cup. "Caesar salad with a small side of fries for Regina and a grilled cheese with a large side of fries for you. Also a coffee with vanilla creamer for the Mayor. On me." The waitress said, handing over the items to Emma, who beamed.

"Thanks Rubes. Means a lot to me." The Sheriff replaced her coat on her shoulders, grabbing the food before rushing to leave the diner, to get back to Regina.

"No problem!" Ruby yelled after her. "Have fun with your lady love." It was no secret to Ruby; Emma was gay, Regina was gay, possibly bisexual, and even though she could't attest for the Mayor, the Sheriff had the hots for the brunette - big time.