I couldn't get myself through this chapter very easily, let me tell you that. Plus, I've been busy with play practice and stuff... like the PSAT, but anyway, here's the chapter.

Chapter 26

20 Weeks

It was the middle of the night, and Emma woke up in a sweat. Something didn't feel right to her, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. Something with her stomach. Maybe she had a stomach ache or something.

I'll just get a glass of water or something. Emma thought as she stumbled out of bed, and turned the light on. She looked down at the sheets, and saw just what was happening.

She was bleeding.

What? She thought in shock. But that can't happen. I'm pregnant. Unless… Oh, God!

"Mom!" Emma screamed at the top of her lungs. No response. Emma paled, feeling all the blood rush out of her face with horror. She screamed again, praying with every fiber of her being that someone in this house would wake up.

But not Henry. She thought desperately. He can't see this.

Mary-Margaret came running into Emma's room, knowing that Emma wouldn't call her unless something dire was happening. Emma had started to shake ever so slightly that no one would notice except her mother. Mary-Margaret followed Emma's gaze to the soaked sheets, and very nearly had a heart attack. Emma was having a miscarriage. Right now. Mary-Margaret ran to her daughter, trying to get her to move.

Emma didn't notice her mother's panic, because she couldn't. Emma had no idea what to do, how to move, anything. All she could think about was the fact that she was bleeding, and her babies were probably dying. But it made it worse to think about it and be paralyzed, she concluded. Ignorance is bliss. Emma just blinked, feeling a tear slip from her face. She thought about the fact that now she would never hold her babies, never hear them cry or say their first words. She'd never see them walk. The cribs on Killian's ship would be empty.

Suddenly, Emma was moving, pushed by her mother out of the apartment, into the VW bug. There was no sense of time for Emma. Time was replaced by the sensation of movement, the sound of the bug's tires squealing, and light. The car stopped, and Snow opened Emma's door. Emma stumbled out, trying to start to help herself. She had to help herself get help if she was going to save her babies. And that's what mothers did, they put their children first.

The illuminated emergency room was such a severe contrast to the dark night outside that Emma would've shaded her eyes. But she needed the light almost blinding her to bring her back just the slightest bit. She looked at the receptionist, and there wasn't time for words. Two nurses grabbed Emma and asked her what was wrong.

"I'm pregnant and bleeding." She said, and the nurses looked at each other in alarm. They tried to move quickly, but with Emma in such a weakened state she could barely walk.

"We're going to give you an emergency sonogram." The nurse stated, and she was taken back down the hallway that she had been down a few weeks ago. She remembered joking with Killian about her dad, and how happy they both were. If she just stayed positive, maybe the babies would live.

They're little fighters. Emma determined. I'm their mother.

She lay down on the bed, and the gel was applied to her stomach. She tried not to shiver while the roller roamed on her abdomen. The worst part was that the screen wasn't facing her, deliberately turned away. Just in case the worse happened, they didn't want her to see.

Mary-Margaret burst into the room, and rushed to her daughter's side.

"Emma, are you okay?" She asked, the deepest kind of alarm there was etched all over her face.

"I-I'm fine but…" Emma couldn't say her worst fear. It was like a childhood suspicion where if you said it, it just might come true. "What about Henry?"

"He and your dad are asleep at home." Mary-Margaret said. "They sleep like rocks, thank God."

Good. Emma thought. At least Henry won't worry about me now. He has David at home.

"Princess?" The nurse who wasn't looking at the screen piped up. "We need you to leave for just a second while we finish up. We're going to give your daughter an IV drip, and she'll be fine."

Snow sighed in relief. Emma was going to be fine. The fates of the babies, she didn't want to ponder, but Emma was going to be fine. Snow left the room, and the nurses finished the sonogram. They looked worriedly at the screens.

"Is something wrong?" Emma asked, her voice raising in alarm. She had to know if her babies were okay.

"You're going to be okay." The nurse reassured Emma, but Emma looked at her skeptically. The nurse hadn't said that her babies would be okay. Just her. What did that mean? It couldn't mean what Emma was most terrified of. She refused to believe it.

"What about…" She didn't even have to say it.

"We need a doctor to analyze these results, and you need to get an IV drip, now." The nurse instructed her, and Emma's heart sank like a stone. If they needed a doctor, did that mean that it was too late?

Emma sat up, trying not to drown in her misery. That's when she noticed that she had stopped bleeding. And even Emma knew what that meant. She didn't need a doctor to tell her.

She sat obediently through the routine of getting the IV in, and putting the bed in the room, because what else could she do? There was nothing that she could do to help herself, and that was the worst feeling that anyone could ever have. Coupled with recent events, Emma just wanted to curl up into a little ball, cry, and fade away into nothing. Every person that knew her would just… forget. Her parents, her friends, Killian.

Oh, God. Emma thought in horror. How could she tell him?

He was going to be devastated, more so than her possibly.

The nurses rolled Emma into her room, where past Mary-Margaret who was waiting in the hallway. She gripped her daughter's hand, and waited. They didn't speak. Mary-Margaret just had to look into Emma's eyes and see the sadness there. The worst part was, there wasn't anything Mary-Margaret could do to ease her daughter's pain. At least she got the nine months with Emma, while Emma got twenty weeks. To only have twenty weeks and then nothing… that was true pain.

When the doctor came in half an hour later, Emma looked up at him with just a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Maybe. She thought. Just maybe the universe can finally pay back what it owes me.

"Emma, I'm sorry." The doctor said. "You've lost them."

A/N: Do you hate me? I hate myself... I had no idea where I was going with this chapter, and that this horrible idea occurred to me, and I typed it... I'm sorry. Review how much you hate me if you want to... I'm gonna curl up in a ball in the corner now. See you next time.

(On an unrelated happy note: OMG THIS WEEK'S EPISODE OF OUAT GUYS! IT'S HAPPEnING!