Chapter 13

Insomniac

Regina squinted from the fluorescent lighting. The mixture of industrial sanitisers, stale coffee and latex filling her nostrils. The beeps and bobs of equipment and drifting noises from the busy corridor filling her ears.

David's condition was still unchanged. Regina's gaze fell down to David's sleeping form. Her lips downturned and her expression pained. Her hands falling to her side. A knot formed in her stomach as she watched the subtle rise and fall of her 'husbands' broad chest. Her eyes fell to his bedside table; she noticed a small vase of wild flowers. Her head tilted to the side, her brow raised. 'I didn't bring those?' 'hideous!'

Her face fell flat before her eyes narrowed. She crossed her arms. "Mary Margaret!" Her nostrils flared and teeth bared. 'Of course she can't keep her fingers out'

Her lips pursed; sudden bitterness filling her soul. From nowhere, she found her lip began to quiver. Tears began to fall, she didn't bother trying to stop the drip…

At the sound of feet approaching, Regina wiped the formed tears away with the back of her hand.

"Oh!" the words came "Madam Mayor I wasn't…."

Regina shuddered at the familiar voice as she spun on her heels. Her posture stiffened, the tension in her muscles visible. "Didn't expect me to be visiting my husband..." venom dropped from her tone. "Mary Margaret!"

Regina tossed and turned. Her insomnia worsening. Nightmares haunting. Her face drained of all blood and appearing haunted. Her brows tugged together, the crease deep and her chin quivered. She brought her knees to her chest, hugging herself tightly.

The sword cut deep! She could almost feel the sharp pain slicing through her.

She stood from her bed swiftly. She stripped, entering the shower. She turned the heat up and vigorously began scrubbing herself clean. 'Dirty work always has casualties' drummed through her mind. And her hands were full of dirt, no blood! It soaked through her hands. How many hearts did she crush? How many innocent lives did she take away in her quest of revenge? Maybe Henry was right in hating her? She was a bad person.

'No!' She said firmly in her mind. She was the product of consequences. Snow killed her beloved, indirectly or not; she was still responsible for Daniels death! She endured a marriage without love. She was no more than a glorified door mat for that man. Now it's was Snow Whites turn to suffer! 'But David!'

She turned the shower off, hastily drying herself before wrapping a night robe around herself. Instinctively she found herself standing in front of Henry's door. His night light lightening his sleeping features. His face was relaxed and breathing settled. The sight calmed Regina's own quickening heart. She yearned for the warmth that would usually blanket around her, whenever she found herself standing at Henry's door. She gripped her wrist with her hand, squeezing tightly she used the pain to focus her thoughts and calm her breathing.

After sometime of watching, she resigned herself back to her own bed.