After a few more days in the hospital, Cruella was finally discharged from the hospital, and returned back to the inn with August. When they arrived, the room was filled with flowers, card, balloons hat said "Get Well Soon!" on them. Henry had left her a small, white stuffed cat. Cruella smiled at all of the little things that were sent. She felt as if she was actually missed around here. "Let's get you off these crutches and into bed, hun." August said. Cruella nodded, grabbing his shoulder to keep her balance. After settling in, Cruella quickly managed to drift off to sleep, leaving August, by her side stroking her hair. It wasn't near nightfall when Cruella finally woke up. "Good evening sleepy head." Cruella smiled, wincing slightly as she stretched her arms out. "Easy…don't strain yourself. Doctor's orders." Cruella frowned glaring at him. "About that time they heard a knock at the door. August called out, "Come in!" Cruella's eyes widened to see that it was Marco stepping inside the room. "I see she's actually awake this time." August smiled, turning to Cruella, "He came to visit you the night after the accident, you were still out." Cruella smiled, "Oh, I apologize.." Marco shook his head, "No need, dear. You had no control over it. I must say, you look a thousand times better than when I first came to visit. Less pale." Cruella nodded, glancing at August before staring back down at her folded hands. "We had a rough evening last night. They had to put another breathing tube down her throat, so it is bothering her to talk." Marco sighed, "My apologies, I was not aware." Cruella shook her head, "You are fine, Marco." The older man gave her a smile, "I actually brought you two something from the diner, figured you get some meat of your bones dear. No need to starve yourself like your models." Cruella's eyes widened, giving August a surprised look. "She has been eating pretty well, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to bring her home today." Marco smiled as he set the two paper bags down, "I am glad to hear. The town has been very worried." Cruella just responded by smiling to him, pulling the furry throw closer to her to keep warm. "I will not keep you two very long, I know she needs her rest." August smiled, stroking the blonde tresses, "Thank you, papa.." Cruella smiled to him, "I appreciate you visiting, sir. It means quite a bit to me." Marco tipped his hat to her, "Anything for my son's lady. Nodding to August, Marco slipped quietly out the door, shutting it behind him.
After their dinner, Cruella and August we both curled up close to each other, trying to keep her warm as much as possible. Cruella smiled as August clicked through the channels on the television, giggling at his expressions at each of the shows they've skipped through. "Tough choice this evening, hun?" August smirked, "I believe so, Ms. De Vil." Cruella smiled, resting her head onto his chest. "Are you, okay?" August asked, setting the remote down, stroking her hair once more. He could feel wet tears on his bare chest, but he heard no sounds of crying. "I don't think I was meant to carry our child. It must be karma..for what I did to Henry." August sighed, "Sweet heart, don't you dare say that. He said we could try again one day. Don't you worry." Cruella buried her face into his chest, "What if this causes me to never be able to have children again?" August shook his head, "You don't need to worry, Ella. I promise. I just wasn't our time I suppose." Cruella nodded, looking up at him with teary eyes. August place a kiss ono the top of her head, before picking the remote back up and flipping through channels once more. "Ahh, here we go.." Cruella rested her head back onto his chest, averting her eyes back to the television, "What is it?" August smiled, "You've never seen Gone with the Wind?" Cruella scrunched up her nose, smiling " No, I can't say that I have." August gently pulled her close to him, covering her up with the furry throw, "It is a classic, sweetie. It's about the Civil War. The main character's name is Scarlet O'Hara. Lovely romance if I do say so myself." Cruella smiled, "Scarlet, such a beautiful name…" August began stroking her head again, "Her lover's name is Rhett Butler. He's one suave man…" Cruella grinned, looking up at him, "You are as well, Aug." Shrugging, he toyed with a curl, wrapping it around his finger, averting his eyes back to the television. Towards the middle of the movie, August had drifted off to sleep, his head against the headboard and his fingers through the blonde curls. Cruella couldn't help but stay up. She tensed up as she watched Scarlet O'Hara fall down those steps, causing her to lose her second child. Cruella fought back tears, she didn't want to wake August up. She knew he's barely slept in the past week. She took a deep breath in, holding herself back from crying. Her heart has been shattered. She thought Marco's surprise visit would help soothe the pain. The pain only became worse. She knew, despite his hatred towards her, that he would cherish being a grandfather to August's children. Cruella had no one to share that with besides him. She has no family, at least that she knows of, here in Storybrooke. All she had was August and Maleficent. She knew her closest friend knew what type of pain she was in. But she didn't lose her child to a prince and princess, to save their own. Cruella sighed, looking up at August, his peaceful state as he continued to sleep. Once the movie had finally ended, Cruella slightly reached over to grab the remote, shutting the television off, before drifting off to sleep