CPR

Just one of my own. An extension of the scene where Emma nearly drowned. Have people had requests that I haven't written or left a note explaining why I haven't? Just a few people have mentioned instances that have left me a wee bit confused because I remember writing the requests they're referring to :S.

Neongenesisevan: Right…ok…I don't mean to sound mean or anything. It's just, I can't see Snowing making Emma do that, or doing it themselves.

Guest: I don't mean to sound like a bitch, but it's chapter name AND number I need, as that's what other readers ask for.

Guest: I can't see Snowing doing that to Emma on a regular basis, sorry.

Claudia: I think I've pretty much covered all the eventual outcomes for "that" event, sorry.

Snow and Charming's hearts where hammering in their chests. Charming may have rescued Emma from the stormy waves, but she still wasn't breathing.

"No." Snow breathed. Both she and Charming were distantly aware of the others hovering awkwardly in the background, but they couldn't focus on them. They could only focus on Emma. Snow snapped into action. Mary Margaret had received basic CPR training as part of her teacher training. For the first time, she was about to put it to practical use. She made sure Emma was lying flat on her back on the deck. She tilted her head back and made sure there was no water (or anything else) blocking her airways. Snow felt the furthest thing from calm, but she knew she had to stay collected, for Emma's sake. Snow then got up on her knees and clasped her hands together, right over left, with her palm open. She felt her way along Emma's torso until the got to the centre of the breastbone. With the beat of "stayin' alive" in her head, she began the compressions on Emma's chest. After thirty, she tilted Emma's head back and pinched her nostrils together and blew firmly into her mouth. "Come on, sweetheart." Snow whispered. "Breath". After two quick breaths, Snow began the thirty compressions again. When they were done, she went to do the breaths again. But this time, as she leaned in to perform the CPR, Emma began to cough and splutter. Her eyes flew open. She gasped at how close her mother was to her face.

"Wh-what's going on?" She spluttered, water still coming up. Charming helped her sit up, gently patting her back to help her. "Why were you so close?" Snow and Charming couldn't help but smile. She was alive. Snow reached out and cupped her daughter's cheek.

"You gave us a bit of a fright there, Em." Snow told her. Emma understood from that roughly what was going on. Her mom had been giving her CPR. Emma nodded gruffly. She tried to stand up, but she found her dad's arms suddenly under hers.

"I can get up." Emma assured him. She just wanted to forget this whole ordeal. As she looked up at her dad, she noticed the sky was clear. She smirked, remembering why she'd dived into the sea in the first place. She was right. Now that they'd stopped fighting, the storm had passed.

"I'm sure you can, but even still, I've got you." Charming insisted. It had been terrifying for him, watching on as Snow tried desperately to save their daughter. He promised then and there that he would never allow that to happen again. Emma was his daughter, and he would keep her safe from harm.