Emma awoke the next morning to a soft, light glow entering through her bedroom window. She looked at her clock and realized she had slept in far too late. Her head was pounding, probably from all the crying, and the previous night's events hit her all at once. Killian. How he had fought her, refused to get well for her, the yelling. Emma felt herself get worked up all over again. She remembered feeling unloved, feeling worthless, that she couldn't even get the man who claimed to love her, get better. She curled back up into a ball and lay on her side, staring at the wall. She knew she should go talk to him. They had both been tired, exhausted even, and probably said and did things that they did not mean. But, a small part of Emma wanted him to suffer. If he loved her as he had said before that he did, maybe her refusal to see him, talk to him, would get him so worked up that he would regain his strength just to confront her. Yes, that was it! He was always the first to want to call her out on things, make her see reason. If she talked to him, he would probably be evasive, and continue on his quest. But, if she refused to see him, talk to him, he would likely be so hurt, so frustrated, that he would force himself to recover just so that he could have the last word.

Emma sighed briefly, before closing her eyes once again. She just felt so confused, so alone. She knew this plan would probably work, but, if she were being totally honest with herself, that was not the only reason she wanted to avoid Killian. He had hurt her, hurt her far more than he would ever know. Her whole entire life she was passed around, unwanted, unloved, ignored. And then she came to Storybrooke. She found Graham, who gave her a reason to stay, and he was ripped away from her. August came to find her, show her the path she was born to tread, and in trying to save her, save the town, he ended up dying, and then given a second chance as a child. That affected her more than she thought it would. Then there was Neal. A man who she had thought she loved. The man she had Henry with, the man she was supposed to go to Tallahassee with. He died being a hero. Even though she was unsure of her feelings towards him, she knew that he had never stopped loving her. Killian? He had promised that she could do anything, that he would not give up to win her heart. Where was he now? Giving up. She began to cry again, feeling the darkness surround her and she drifted off again into a light doze.

"I think we should wake her up and tell her," David said at the breakfast table, unaware that his daughter was already partially awake. Mary Margaret set down her mug and folded her hands.

"I know we should. But part of me thinks that there's more to it. David, she just cried herself to sleep last night. I didn't know what to do. Something had to have happened, something bad. She wouldn't talk to me. Just grabbed my hand and cried. I finally left her room when she was asleep."

"But wouldn't you want to know? If it were me, even if we had a fight, wouldn't you want to know if I had had a heart attack?"

"It's not that simple," Mary Margaret explained. "We're true loves, even if we fight, our love for each other is too strong to allow us to stay mad for very long. Emma and Killian are both complicated. They've both been hurt, they both have walls. An argument in their type of relationship could be really damaging." Before they could discuss the matter any further, shouting could be heard from Emma's bedroom. David was faster and made it up the stairs into his daughter's room. He barged in only to find Emma thrashing in her bed.

"Why?!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. "No! Don't leave me!" David sat beside her, gently shaking her shoulder.

"Emma. Emma, honey. Wake up." She slowly stopped moving around and opened her eyes, looking around the room and at her parents. "It was only a dream, Emma," David said as he slid a comforting arm around her shoulder. She shied from it briefly, before allowing him to pull her close. "Are you okay?" Tears still sliding down her face, she shook her head.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Mary Margaret asked hopefully, laying her hand on her daughter's leg as she sat on the edge of the bed. Again, Emma shook her head.

"Emma, we need to tell you something," David began before Mary Margaret attempted to cut him off.

"David, now is not the time."

"Yes, it is. Emma, we got a phone call from the hospital last night, after you left. Something happened." Emma's eyes snapped to her mother, who nodded in response. Emma sniffed.

"I'm listening," she said, her voice calm and even, hiding her true feelings.

"Whatever happened last night, well, it got Killian too worked up. He, he had a heart attack. The nurse tried to track you down, but you were already gone. Dr. Whale needed to know what happened. If you fought, or if Killian mentioned he wasn't feeling well. Killian went into surgery last night to have a pacemaker put in to help regulate his arrhythmia a little better. He's okay, but it's just one more obstacle. He'd probably feel better if he saw you," David finished, looking at his daughter.

"No," she replied simply. She was being ridiculous, she knew that, but a small part of her felt that he got what he had coming. Had he just tried to recover, not been so damn stubborn, none of this would have happened. His heart was hurting him? Good. Because her own heart still felt shattered.

"Emma, let's think about this-" David started. Emma's eyes filled with tears, as she shoved his arm off her shoulder.

"No!" she cried. A strong gust of wind returned with the winter storm, blowing the window open. David stood up and walked over to re-latch it.

"Emma!" Mary Margaret admonished, reaching for her daughter's hand in an effort to calm her down. "Look, Emma, your father and I are just trying to help." Emma turned her streaked face towards her father, hurt etched on his features.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. Mary Margaret squeezed her hand.

"Emma, what did he do to you?" Emma just sat silent. She wasn't ready to talk about it. To explain to her parents how she failed, how Killian wouldn't regain his strength, because of her. That she wasn't good enough. Again, she knew she was being silly, but the small orphan part of her believed that if Killian didn't want her, her parents wouldn't either.

"Just go," she breathed between sobs. "Please." Mary Margaret brushed her hair back, planting a kiss to her forward before standing up.

"If you need us, we'll be downstairs, okay?" Emma just nodded as her parents walked out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Once downstairs, David began pulling on his boots and coat.

"David? Where are you going in this storm?" Mary Margaret asked. Her husband glanced at her with a hard look in his eyes.

"I'm going to check in on a certain pirate," he answered.

A/N: Hello my lovely readers! I am still LOVING the feedback on this story, which has totally grown into something I never once planned. The reviews really make my day. I know some have expressed some concern over Emma's actions. I have a reason, believe me, and I do feel that there is a side to her that would do this. I have always found her to be an insecure person at her core (and understandably), and I feel that no matter how good things become for her, the slightest event can return her to her "lost" self. But don't worry. The moment you are all waiting for will be coming soon!