A/N: I do not own OUAT. Though... It would be rather cool.

Okay, I wrote this in a hour, I am terribly sorry if there is spelling mistakes.

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My eyes slowly peal themselves open, blinking the sleeping dust from the corner of my eyes. The warm comfort of a crackling fire caught my attention. The room was dark, but only had the small lit of the fire burning in the corner of the room. My body ached against the mattress of the bed.

I groaned when I tried stretching my tired limbs. The searing pain coming from my ribs made my eyes tear up and I let out a chocked sob.

Liam

My finger tip ran along the cut on my lip, I wince slightly. Dried blood laid there, crusting over the gash on my lower lip. My finger moves up my face to my eyebrow, where a small piece of cloth laid, acting as a bandage. A slight pounding went through my head as I touched the bruised part of my forehead. My head was slightly elevated, against a pillow to comfort the gash at the back of my head.

Where was Regina?

I try to turn my head to look around but the movement alone made my cry.

" Regina?" I whisper, my voice coming out horse. I clear my throat trying to clear away the scratch at the back.

"Regina?" I ask out again, a soft mumbling from my side catches my attention.

"..Emma?" The pressure on my arm, that I did not know was there, lightens. She moves herself into my line of vision.

" Hello dear.." She whispers, a yawn falling softly on her lips.

"Regina." I smile. She sits on the side of the bed, not close enough to hurt any of the bruises on my body. She places her hand softly against my face, stroking her finger over the cut on my lip. Sadness is evident on her mocha brown eyes. Anger quickly flashing, as I try to smile but I hiss in pain instead.

"Where is he Regina?" I ask softly, nervous to actually know the answer. The fear laced through my voice.

What if he came back after me?

"He is in the dungeons… awaiting his punishment. I was waiting until you gotten better to serve it out." She growled out.

I appreciate that she did not kill him right away.

She is changing.

"Emma, wake up please dear" Regina pulled me out of sleep once again. I have been passing out every now and then for the past couple of days. Every time I woke up Regina was there, always waiting by my bedside.

Today she was not alone, beside her was a girl. The girl had wild curly dark brown hair that was put back into the hood of her sea blue cloak.

She had to be my age.

"Who is she?" I ask softly, eyeing her softly. Regina took my hand in hers and stroked her thumb lazily across it.

"Emma this is Jordana… The palace healer."

A Healer? Why do I need a healer? Regina healed me with her magic just fine. I start sitting up to voice my complaints, when a rush of dizziness overcame me.

"Lay down, dear. Jordana is here to help the healing process of your skull… since my magic cannot help." She said, almost reading my mind.

I lay down softly on my pillow, with the help of Regina. Her magic has healed my small cuts and bruises, also sped up the healing process of the fractured rib. Which I was very thankful for. The scars disappeared completely, as did the bruises. It was almost like she was trying to erase any mark the HE has on me.

Jordana stitched and patched up the gash on my head, more intensively. I lay down on my stomach, as she did so. Regina stayed beside me holding my hand softly in hers.

It was comfort.

The bedchambers door slowly opened.

"Your Majesty?"

Graham.

"Yes Graham?" She asks slightly annoyed, but not angry. She paid no attention to him physically, her hand still comforting me.

"The prisoner says he has something to tell you… and only you." Liam.

It had to be him. I could feel Regina's body tense, and her finger stopped moving.

"Regina… You should go. I will be alright with Jordana" I whisper, my voice slightly muffled.

"If that is what you wish dear… I will be right back though." She promised.

"No fire balls" I whisper.

"I make no promises, dear" I laugh softly at the words that were spoken, a little over a week ago.

Our first kiss.

A cloud of purple smoke appeared around her form, making her disappear.

Leaving me and Jordana in each other's company.

"Jordana?" I ask softly, still feeling her stitching up the gash.

"Yes M'lady?" Her voice is strong but comforting.

"How did you becoming the palace healer? You cannot be older than 16." I ask.

She chuckles softly.

"Well, how did you become the Queens love? You cannot be older than 16." She counters a teasing tone in her voice.

I cannot help but laugh, wincing slightly as she is still stitching my head. She grabs my head and holds it still.

"Okay do not laugh, you nearly pulled out the stitches I worked so hard on!" She says almost worriedly.

Jordana started wrapping a tight bandage around my head that was supposed to keep the stitches from coming undone. She sat on the chair, that was pulled up to the bed, packing away her tools. She pulled out a small pink jar, which held a blue liquid.

"You should take a sip of this 3 times a day. You cannot take more than a sip though. It will help the healing process." She explained. I took the jar from her hand and placed it on the small table beside the bed.

Jordana got up to take her leave, when I stood up with her.

"I will walk you to your room" I have not left this room in nearly a week; I really need to stretch my legs. With Liam locked away, I can walk down the halls without fear.

The hallways were slightly dimmed; the window showed the sunset falling behind the mountains.

We get down to the small corridor, where smaller bed chambers laid.

Stopping in front of a grey door at the end of the hallway.

"Thank you for walking me back M'la—"

"Call me Emma, Jordana" She smiled and nodded.

She steps into her room, when I stop her.

"Can we be friends? I do not have any friends around here… and it would be nice knowing someone my own age" I ask.

She smiles, agreeing.

"Goodnight Emma"
I walk along the hallway, tracing my finger along the wall. I pass the corridor holding the library, the doors slightly ajar. I could feel my heart rate pick up…

"She was supposed to love me!" He screamed, as her threw a punch against my jaw.

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