Shorter update before work! Thanks a lot again guys, appreciate everything!

"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me or would you like to sit down?" Regina asked, not looking up from her book. Emma fidgitted nervously at the door and then stuck her hands in her pockets. There was little sign that this was about to be a good encounter by a long shot, but at the same time she wasn't about to just retreat because Regina Mills was a tad bit intimidating.

She made her way into the room and then looked around before lowering herself into a chair carefully.

"You really could have cleaned up, Miss Swan. This is, after all, a sanitary place." Emma glanced down at herself, ran her hands through her hair and looked down. Ah. Still some soot. Of course. Well, that was embarrassing. She was sure she smelled like ash, probably a bit of burned up plastic in there too, but then she couldn't really excuse herself now.

"I was just driving by to get home."

"And you decided to pay me a visit. How nice of you."

"Well, Kathryn had to go on a call and I figured that you'd probably want some company, right?" Regina looked up only briefly, and if Emma had seen correctly she was pretty sure there was a hint of an eye roll. Emma slouched in the chair and crossed her arms over her chest uncomfortably. "Doesn't really look like you need it, but. I don't know. I didn't really want you to be alone right now."

"And why on earth would you think that being alone would bother me, Miss Swan?"

"You can call me Emma…" she started, but Regina gave an indifferent shrug to that little comment. Miss Swan it was, she guessed. "I mean, you're kids in the hospital. You treated him. It's not like it happens every day."

"Miss Swan, you should know as well as I, if your credentials speak up like you said they do, that there's a very good chance that you'll end up treating someone you love while in the field."

"Yeah, but not your kid. And I heard you don't go in the field very much anymore, so, I don't know. I thought…." She saw Regina freeze, and in that instant Emma regretted saying a word.

"You thought what, Miss Swan?" Cold. Callous. Whatever sort of reluctant partnership they had formed before, it was gone now. "That you would come here and keep me company and perhaps it would qualm my sorrows? Do tell me, why exactly would you think that you, of all people, could provide any sort of comfort to me?"

Emma didn't know. She hadn't really thought that one through. "I was just worried about Henry, is all. And I figured worrying about Henry meant worrying about you."

"Miss Swan, I must say, your thoughts on the matter are very, very off kilter. My son is currently on an operation table. His lungs are full of smoke, which I'm sure you know, doesn't lead to good things. He's scarred, he went into shock not long after you left, and I'm damned sure that if you gave a single thought about him, you wouldn't be concerned about me right now."

"You're his mom. Of course I'm concerned-"

"Why?" she snapped, suddenly closing the book and, somehow, managing to keep a bookmark there at the same time. "Because we spent a mere ten minute ride in the back of an ambulance together? Do you think that suddenly makes us partners, equals? Are you hoping for some kind of remembrance of the past, Miss Swan? Because I can assure you, that ten minutes means nothing, and you should damned well know it. You did well enough, but just because you helped, it does not make us equals, or partners, or friends, god forbid. You just met me, Miss Swan, and I doubt very much that we'll be meeting again. So why don't you cut your ties, forget about my son, and go back to whatever hobbit hole you've been living in, because I don't need an extra set of doting hands hovering over me. I can take care of myself, and my son, just fine. And I imagine you can do the same."

With her hair riled up, with her eyes dark and cold and menacing, and yet somehow equally angry, Regina Mills almost looked, comically, like a cartoon character on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Or a killing spree.

"Look, Regina. I don't want anything from this, and I didn't assume anything from the ride. I just…I was worried, that's all. I worry about a lot of people but usually can't check up on them. So I just figured that I'd check up on him and, in the meantime, you. I'm sorry if that made you upset. I can go." She started to get up and Regina watched her, hawk eyes, until she was halfway down the hallway.

"Miss Swan, wait." She stopped mid walk, automatically going into a parade rest without turning her head. "Thank you. For getting Henry out. I don't know what I would have done if…"

Emma turned around, nodding slowly. "I get it. It's just a part of the job. But thanks." She started away again before Regina raised her voice.

"Miss. Swan." Punctuated. Almost annoyed. "What I meant to say was….You're more than welcome to stop in whenever you'd like. Today just wasn't a good day for me. But I'm sure when Henry's awake he'll want to meet you, regardless. So. I suppose it wouldn't hurt if you wanted to come by again."

Emma looked over at her, this woman who had looked so mad only moments before suddenly looking broken, confused, her body slumped against the door frame as if she needed the support. Tired eyes, The eyes of someone that had seen too much and done too much and was too damn stubborn to admit it.

"Yeah. I'd like that. Look, uh, Regina. I'm gonna grab some grub. Do you want me to bring you anything while you wait?" The thought of food hadn't even occurred to Emma before now, but she remembered Kathryn's words, she's going to need someone to coax her to eat, so Emma supposed that it wasn't the worst idea in the world. Regina smiled wanly and shook her head.

"No, it's alright. Perhaps next time?"

Emma didn't fight it, instead nodding and turning around, deciding that tomorrow morning she'd come with some breakfast and coffee to try and make up for the ordeal.

"Sure. Next time."

And she walked away.

Regina hadn't even really noticed falling asleep until she heard the sound of spinning wheels and hushed whispers around her. Almost immediately, she jerked awake and looked around, fearful and confused as to exactly where she was at this time of night and why on earth she was sleeping on a chair. Until she laid eyes on little Henry, safely back in the bed and attached to monitors.

"Miss Mills. Terribly sorry to wake you," a nurse muttered.

"No, no it's fine. How is he?"

"He's stable. He'll be sedated for a little while to keep his pain down, but Whale is positive he'll end up alright."

"Whales the ER doc tonight?"

"Yes. I could grab him when he gets a spare moment if you want to talk to him?"

"No, no. It's fine. Just. As long as he's alright for now."

The nurse gave her a small smile and nodded. "He's fine. You did well with him in the back. I don't know many that would have thought that fast if it were-" she cut herself off and then shrugged, backing off. "Call if you need anything."

Regina nodded before repositioning her chair closer to Henry's head, and hesitantly ran her fingers through his hair before laying her head back. Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it.

"Todo saldrá bien , hijo…"

Henry didn't stir, his movements stilled by drugs. Her little boy, who tossed and turned in his sleep, who sprawled out on the bed and snored oh so loudly. This wasn't like her little boy, and it ached something terrible to see him like this. It was a tearing sort of feeling, the type of thing that ripped it's way into your heart and tried to destroy you from the inside out. The most unpleasant of things.

"It'll be all okay," she muttered, this time in English, before setting her head in her hands and shaking her head. "It'll be all okay."