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Regina slowly opened her eyes to find herself looking at an unfamiliar ceiling. Gradually the fog of unconsciousness lifted and Regina recalled the events prior to when she had fainted due to overextending her magic reserves. So she must be in hospital. How long had she been unconscious? What had happened while she was insensate? What about Emma? Was she still alive or had Regina been too late in getting her to the hospital? Was she going to have to face the incriminating glares from a grieving family?
Regina closed her eyes momentarily and groaned silently. What had even prompted her to try saving the blonde? She had missed a perfect opportunity to rid herself of a constant thorn in her side – she could have claimed that her magic reserves were too low for her to even attempt to transport Emma anywhere. Charming knew little of magic so he would've been easy to hoodwink into believing whatever she chose to tell him. She wasn't supposed to be a hero – a saviour – riding in on her white horse and saving the day or Emma.
Maybe it had something to do with the kiss. Regina still was unsure as to why it had made her feel the way she had and she really wanted some answers. Answers that she suspected only Emma could provide. Oh, why had that infuriating blonde entered her life and messed everything up? Things had once been much more uncomplicated. Well, best get up and find out what the situation was.
It was then Regina realised that she was enduring the most undignified of indignities – someone had taken her clothes and dressed her in one of those embarrassing hospital gowns that opened down the back. Anger overrode her embarrassment – how dare they put the mayor in something that stripped her of her decorum. Especially since she had drained her magic reserves and was unable to conjure up her own outfit Snatching up the call button the lay on the bed covers beside her, Regina began to press the button continually. How dare they! Somebody was going to answer for this, in spades.
It didn't take long before a nurse opened the door and stuck her head nervously into the room, as if she was expecting said head to be detached from the rest of her. Nervously she stammered, "Madam Mayor, you're awake. Good." She took a deep breath, "How can I …."
"Clothes. Now," snapped Regina, interrupting. "I want my clothes now. I don't want to be dressed like some damn useless invalid."
"Certainly Mrs Mills. We had them laundered for you while you were unconscious. I'll go fetch them immediately." The nurse went to leave but paused at the last moment. "Though you really should see a doctor before you get up."
"I don't to see a doctor. I just need my clothes," Regina snarled and the nurse fled. And so she should, Regina thought to herself. Though it was true she felt a little washed-out but she had felt worse before and had still been able to function. And, though she was reluctant to admit it, she was keen to find out how Emma was from those who knew her best rather than from some nameless nurse.
Regina settled back with a smile. Soon she had her clothes and then she would be able to go and find out exactly what had happened while she was unconscious.