Emma closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. Dr. Dunbroch had told them in the first week that they'd know they were doctors when they had the ability to fall asleep anywhere, on command. Unfortunately, she wasn't quite there yet. Normally she wouldn't even try, being three hours away from the end of her shift, but Henry was coming, and she had barely slept in the last thirty-six hours. And Emma wasn't planning on taking her rest from the - limited, so fucking limited - time with her son.
She was almost giving in into a haze when the door creaked open. Emma looked up by habit; it was an on call room, she couldn't be bothered by people coming in, but sleep had already slipped away. Ruby smiled at her from the door, closing it behind her.
"Sorry to wake you," She whispered, as if she was going to wake her further if she spoke aloud.
Emma shook her head, "Wasn't sleeping."
"I gotta be dying to fall asleep here," Ruby said, stepping forward. There were three more empty beds in the room, but she sat at the edge of the mattress Emma was occupying. "But sometimes just laying down helps me to get to the end of the shift, you know."
"Yeah, same here," Emma sat up, resting her back against the wall, and Ruby moved to sit shoulder by shoulder. "How is your night going so far?"
"Pretty boring," She ran a hand through her hair, freeing it from a ponytail, and Emma felt a wave of citrus shampoo surround her. It felt good. "Yours?"
"So uneventful, I'd be excited about a broken toe."
Ruby turned to her, giggling softly, offering Emma that smile that had blindsided most of the hospital by now. And not for nothing. Sometimes it was almost scary how hot Ruby were. To be completely honest, Emma tried for a while not to notice, but then… she had actually met Ruby.
"You up for a drink afterwards?" The brunette asked, eyeing her mindfully. "Not at Joey's. Somewhere else, you know. Where nobody will come in and sit at our table?"
Emma chuckled, "You really want to get out of a forty-hours call to have drinks?"
"Can be coffee. Can be the whole breakfast. Damn, make it in bed, for all I care," Ruby said, like it was nothing, but the smirk on her lips was definitely something.
"Yeah," Emma bit her lip, staring back at her. "I'm all for breakfast in bed, actually, but, hm, Henry is coming to town tonight. So… I…"
"You can't, got it," Ruby averted her eyes for half a second, but there was not offense in them when she looked up again. "You must miss him a lot."
"Fuck, you have no idea. Seems like everytime I get to see him, he grew up ten inches. I know by this calculation he should be like seven feet by now, but…"
Ruby laughed, and Emma let the air out when she held her hand. "It's cute. I mean, not that you miss him, but the way you talk about him. Makes me wanna meet him."
"Sometime, maybe," Emma said half-heartedly.
She had never introduced Henry to any girl before. Or any guy, for that matter. She wasn't sure whose choice it had been. To be honest, most people just vanished when they found out she had a kid. She was immediately placed on the one-night stand or buddy-call shelf. What was probably for the best, since between raising a kid and going to med school, she barely had time to long showers, imagine relationships - or so she told herself.
Nobody seemed too surprised when she'd mentioned her son; it was in the middle of a conversation, and she had said his name, and someone asked who was Henry, you always mention this Henry. So she told them.
"You don't look like you just had a baby," Killian said, eyeing her up and down, and getting an elbow from Mulan.
"I thought you were into girls?" Was August's input. Another elbow from Mulan. "Then again," He went on, rubbing his side, "you thought I was into guys, so I guess we shouldn't judge a book and all."
"You are so into guys, though," Ruby mumbled, and Mulan chuckled.
"You must have worked the shit out to be this skinny again. Though people do say breastfeeding…"
"He's almost ten, asshole," Emma cut him. "I was actually pretty round when he was born, not that it's any of your business."
"Wait-what? How the fuck is he eleven?", August frowned. "You'd have to have been…"
"Seventeen," Mulan served when he started using his fingers to do the math.
Then they were pretty shocked. But it didn't stop Ruby from flirting, and that was… that was good.
"So maybe when you're free again?" Ruby whispered; this time not because she thought Emma was sleepy, but because they were so close it didn't need to be more than a whisper.
"Sure," Emma whispered back.
"I'm really great in making breakfast."
"Then I'll provide the bed," The blonde grinned, and Ruby leaned in. Emma could already taste her warm breath when their pagers went off, buzzing hysterically between them.
"Fuck, that's some Grey's Anatomy bullshit scene right here," Ruby grumbled while they stared at the emergency call.
"Wanna ignore it for five minutes?" Emma asked. They stared at each other for a moment; but they both knew they were so close to the ER they'd probably be the first to arrive. That meant they may get to pick and choose.
"Hell no," She smiled, standing up and pulling Emma from the bed, "God knows I'm a slow eater, anyway."
~SQ~
"A pile up involving four cars near the airport road," The driver-paramedic said while he opened the back door of the ambulance. "Two dead on the spot, eight injured. There are more ambulances coming," He completed, grabbing the doolie to push it out.
Dr. Nolan leaded the four-people group waiting outside; Dr. Dunbroch and Dr. Ocean stood by his side, and Emma and Ruby flanked them. They really had been the first interns to get there.
"Male, twenty-seven. Exposed bone fracture on the right leg," listed the paramedic, a woman in her fitties, that was getting down from the ambulance, but really there was no need. There was no way to miss the huge piece of femur sticking out from the man's tight.
Or his screams of, "MY LEG, JESUS, MY FUCKING LEG!"
"His vitals are good, though," The female paramedic went on, shrugging. "No other traumas."
"Thank you, Martha, we'll take it from here," Dr. Nolan nodded.
"Let me," Dr. Ocean put a hand on the injured man's shoulder, pressing it. "We'll take good care of your leg, I promise."
Well, she was a specialist in rebuilding legs and feet, but Emma wasn't sure the man managed to hear it above his desperate sobs.
"Dr. Lucas, help me here," The woman demanded, and Ruby flashed Emma a smile before they rolled the man inside. Ruby was all for ortho, and she had a huge professional-crush on Dr. Ursula Ocean.
The next one was a woman in her mid-forties, that arrived unconscious, and by the swollen purple skin that surrounded most of her face, there was a bad cranial injury there. Emma blinked once to that disfigured face, and Dr. Nolan was already rushing inside, yelling for someone to page Neuro.
Emma was ready to run with him to get an MRI when the familiar sound of an ambulance siren was heard. They exchanged a quick look, and Emma turned around without a word, running outside again. Dr. Nolan was by her side in a minute.
"Dr. Dunbroch took her," He said while another pair of paramedics poured information on them.
"Female, fourteen years old. She got stuck under the bodywork of a minivan. Five or six broken ribs, punctured right lung, she crashed once on the way here."
"Jessica, oh, my baby, please," The heavy man that came out of the back of the ambulance with the doolie seemed on the edge of passing out. "Wake up, Jess, please, look at daddy."
"Sir, please, you have to step away. We'll take care of her," Emma motioned to the man, stopping him from grabbing the daughter's hand. The paramedics were helping Nolan to get the girl inside. She was by far the worst case they got, and Emma knew she'd be in a OR in five minutes.
"She's just fourteen." He mumbled. "And my wife…"
"I know, sir. Come inside, are you hurt?"
"I'm fine! Help her!"
"We are helping Jessica, I assure you. Come here, sit down." They stepped into the ER and Emma lead him to a nurse; she'd know what to do.
"Prep an OR," Nolan was asking a Trauma resident. "We gotta get her on surgery right now."
"Dr. Nolan, can I assist you?" Emma pleaded, helping as he pulled out the intubation instruments from the girl's throat.
"Jessica!" A woman's voice echoed through the ER. They both looked up to the zombie-like woman that had just walked in, followed by two unamused paramedics. "Where's my Jessica?"
The woman had a bad cut on the forehead, that bled down into her face and collarbone, making her look like fucking Carrie.
"They said eight injured, I counted five," Nolan said to Emma, in a hushed voice. "Stay here to get the others."
"But…" But the surgical cases were obviously already there. The last ambulance had brought the Carrie-like mother, which meant the worst had been already tended to. Emma wasn't going to see the inside of an OR, if she stayed.
"Sorry," Nolan said. "Gotta have a soldier on the front. Take care of my front line and I'll make it up to you, Swan."
"Yeah, I'll take you up on that," She muttered, getting a grin from David, and then he was out.
"Where are they taking her?!" The mother screamed, trying to rush after them, but Emma put herself on the way.
"Your daughter needs surgery. She is in really good hands, madam. Dr. Nolan will do everything in his power to help her. Now, please, let me take a look at your head…"
It wasn't easy to calm her down, and the husband pacing the floor in front of the bed while Emma tried to stitch the woman's scalpel certainly didn't help. Their conversation was a mix of crying, cursing, and reliving the accident, as if they could undo things if they understood exactly how it all went so wrong. And the whole time the man was clutching his belly as if his life depended on it.
"Sir? Are you sure you are alright?" She wasn't done stitching, but the pallidness of his face was startling her a bit. Emma got up and lead him to the nearest empty bed. "What are you feeling?"
"I'm fine. It's just… my stomach hurts a little. And I can't feel my arm right… But it doesn't matter, I'm fine, I told you, I just wanna know how Jessica is. Please, can you check on her?"
"I'll check on her as soon as I'm done checking on you," She took the stethoscope from her neck, listening to the erratic beat of his heart. "You said you don't feel your arm?"
"I… I… just… wanna know how Jessica…" And then he started panting for real, his lips turning blue as he crashed down. Like a fucking log, shaking the bed. Emma would have yelled "Timber!" if she had had the time.
Shit, she thought while the wife, on the other bed, started screaming.
"MARIO! MARIO?"
Well, Mario was fucking out.
"Page Cardio!" Emma yelled to the nearby nurse, frantically looking around. Except for other two interns, she really was alone in the ER. Holding the front. "And bring me the crashing cart!"
She grabbed a pair of scissors, cutting the black shirt off the way, but… It was damp. So damp, around the stomach, Emma's fingers came out sticky. Sticky red.
Shit, shit, shit!
The laceration wasn't too wide, but it was fucking deep, bleeding profusely enough to had soaked the man's shirt and pants. As they were black and thick, nobody had noticed. And the moron hadn't mentioned it! By the hole she now saw on the shirt, he was probably hit by a shrapnel and pulled it out by himself. Wasn't the smartest of ideas. His liver was probably ripped.
"What do we have here?" The deep voice that echoed behind her made Emma's spine chill out. She turned around to face Dr. Mills in all her glory, still smelling and looking fresh enough for Emma to know she had just arrived in the hospital. It was shift-changing hours; the worst ones to get an emergency.
"He was in a car accident," She said, straight to the point. "His daughter is in surgery. He was fine, then started complaining about abdominal pain, just before crashing. I believe he's having a myocardial infarction, aggravated by an abdominal laceration, probable liver punctuation."
Dr. Mills pressed her lips before turning her head, a nurse was by her side in an instant, because apparently, the high and mighty Dr. Queen Mills was the only one who didn't need to scream about in an emergency.
"We need an OR pronto, and a general surgeon," She stopped for a second before glancing at the man on the floor, "And a bed to move him, obviously."
She saw the intern watching her with rapid attention, "Eyes on the patient, Dr. Swan."
The blonde was quick to avert her look, already making pressure on the perforation in his abdomen.
"Miss, we are taking him to surgery, and will take very good care of him." She addressed the very pale, nothing short of desperate wife in the room.
"Mario?!"
"Yes, Mario," Dr. Swan said, unnecessarily.
"I know who he is, what I meant is-"
"We'll do our very best, but we have to act now," Regina interjected, "Nurse." She needn't say no more, the woman was being led and the nurse started to explain her everything as the other one was back to help putting Mario on the bed.
"Dr. Swan, keep making pressure-"
"Until we're at the OR?"
The blonde spoke, and, to Regina, it looked a lot like sass. Damn the intern.
"Precisely," She answered coldly, "Let's move!"
When they got there, the general surgeon was already waiting and scrubbed in.
"Dr. Swan, you can't go in there," She called when the intern looked at her, obviously waiting to enter without scrubbing in, like the last time.
"I-"
She was going to protest, Regina could see that. She was going to protest, maybe make a scene, or just upset her in any way. Well, that was not about to happen.
"We have a very small window of time to save what we can of his myocardium," She interrupted what was more likely to be a very annoying whine. "If your assessment was correct before." She stressed.
"We?" Dr. Swan's eyes bulged out and it would be entertaining if well… they weren't really in a hush.
"Yes, we," She said impatiently, "If your diagnosis was right, you'll get to assist me, if not, you'll find me someone capable."
The doctor nodded, not at all impressed by the borderline offense, and much more thrilled to be scrubbing in.
When she opened the chest, it took her all of three seconds to realize Dr. Swan was right.
"Looks like you'll be assisting me, Dr. Swan," Regina announced blankly, and glared straight ahead at the blonde in front of her, on the other side of the patient.
"Thank you for the opportunity," Dr. Swan said politely, but Regina could say how much it costed her.
Regina didn't particularly minded, she was quite used not being liked, but she was always respected, and that was all she's ever wanted.
It would be easy, telling the intern she was wrong, sending her away with her cockiness – yes, Regina could see that too. But well, she'd never admit it, but she retreated a little the way she'd treated Emma Swan in the past. Not that Regina thought she was wrong, because she wasn't. If someone wasn't up to par to her work, that one simply wouldn't work with her… But then, maybe she should see for herself what that intern could do.
She was the best David's ever seen in years.
Not that it counted for much.
But still.
"Well, Dr. Swan, let's not count your chickens before they hatch. I can see your overconfident smirk even from behind your mask, so wipe it off."
"I wouldn't call it overconfident, Dr. Mills." The blonde didn't even blink, and Regina started to reconsider the whole thing, because the nerve!
"I can't say I care what you would call it. Tell me, doctor, do you think we should do a percutaneous coronary intervention, or a coronary artery bypass grafting?"
She watched attentively as the woman frowned and seemed to burn a neuron or two thinking.
"Clock is ticking, Dr. Swan. I need suction here as Dr. Swan seems to be attempting to save this man's life by sheer will-"
"Bypass." Emma said confidently, her eyes hard and certain on hers.
"Why?" She asked in a bored tone.
"The patient is having an ST-elevation MI."
Alright, so she was just a little bit impressed. Not all the interns could act like this under pressure, nor make the right decision in a moment like that. And Cardio... Cardio was not for the weak.
But like hell if she would tell the arrogant intern that.
"Let's prepare for a bypass," She informed the team and the instruments and machines started to be moved.
She needn't see behind the mask to notice Emma Swan was smiling, though she would guess this time was just delight.
Well, Regina could relate to that, she remembered the excitement well. It never really went away, seeing an open chest right in front of her, the heart beating, begging for her to touch it. But it also was never quite like the first time she got something right, that would repair that heart.
"So, Dr. Swan, how do we proceed now?" Regina asked with the same blank tone.
"We need to temporarily stop his heart, by inserting tubes into the heart so that the blood can be pumped through the body by the bypass machine."
She nodded without even thinking.
"I suggest you to close pay attention on the technique here, Dr. Swan, I'm not fond of repeating myself."
Emma Swan nodded back and approached the tiny bit, just enough to not rattle her as she worked on the heart.
The surgery was a success.
"Do you think you are able to close him up?" Regina asked her as the last heart suture was done.
"What?!"
Regina could almost laugh at the ultimate surprise on her face, even if most of it was covered. She had expressive eyes, that woman.
"Can you or can you not?" She asked instead.
"Yes, I- I can, Dr. Mills."
She guessed the blonde earned that.
"Do try not to mess up the perfectly good job."
She had to give one or two tips on the way, but in the end, Dr. Swan didn't mess it up.
It almost pained Regina to admit (to herself only!), but she could attest now that Sr. Swan did have some talent after all. She was a fast learner and asked the right, and thank god, not the stupid questions. The blonde didn't get to do much, because it was an advanced procedure, but she did a little bit of this and that on the way, besides close the chest.
"Well, Dr. Swan," It was impossible to avoid a smirk, "Shall we tell the good news to the wife?"
Emma Swan's eyes brightened at the prospect. Yes, very expressive eyes indeed.
When they got there, Regina was feeling particularly benevolent, so she let Dr. Swan break the news. The wife was relieved, but still hadn't heard about her daughter.
"Dr. Swan will be glad to check on her for you," She guaranteed, shooting a look to the blonde, who nodded and excused herself.
Regina followed her lead. She needed a shower. God, she needed coffee.
~SQ~
Regina looked around to the unusually full cafeteria, then checked on her watch again. It was quite late, past ten; the visiting hours were long gone. She didn't understand why the place was so crowded. She sipped the latte steaming in her hand and shrugged, guessing she could finish it on an on call room before going home.
"You can sit here, if you want," Came a voice, prompting her to turn around.
There was a little boy, no older than ten, she'd guess, sitting by himself at a table. Regina arched an eyebrow. "Are you all by yourself?"
"Hmm, Miss Galley, my dad's neighbor, says God's always with me, so does Him count?"
"I'm afraid not in this situation," Regina said, grinning. "Where are your parents?"
"Dad's outside making a phone call. But if you're thinking of kidnapping me, I warn you that I scream really loud!"
Regina couldn't help but laugh, the eyebrow still up, but now more amused than worried.
"I'm sure you do, you look like someone who has very powerful vocal cords," She replied, eyeing the boy a little more carefully. There was something familiar about him, though she couldn't guess what. It felt like he resembled someone she used to know. A memory too faded, but that brought up a warm feeling, nonetheless.
He pointed to the sit in front of him. "If you don't sit down, someone else will, and these people really enjoy singing prayers. Loud! They're here for John Ryan, he's seventeen and crashed his car earlier today. He's going through surgery now, so the whole congration—congratulation-"
"Congregation?"
"Yes!" He beamed at her, his eyes straightening into beautiful slits of brown. "The whole congregation came in."
This time the grin turned into a full-on smile, and Regina took the chair. "What's your name, young man?"
"I'm Henry," He extended a hand over the table. "Nice to meet you, Dr. Mills."
Regina glanced at the name in her white coat pocket, smiled and shook his hand. "The pleasure is all mine. Is your dad really making a phone call? Or maybe you could give him a phone call? So he could come and get you?"
"He really is, and he should be back soon. We're just waiting on my mom, she's in surgery," Henry looked around his shoulder to a big clock on the wall. "But she's already kinda late."
"Well," Regina wet her lips, suddenly more hesitant around the situation. What kind of father left his kid alone in a hospital, waiting for his mother to get out of surgery? "I'm sure it's just because they're making sure everything goes fine. Your mom we'll probably be out soon, honey."
"I think so too, but dad was getting a bit stressed out," He shook his cup of soda, his brow creasing for a moment, then looked up again. "Is it cool to work here?"
"Of course, this is a great hospital, Henry. In some areas, the best there is," She said softly. As a doctor, she knew not to give the patient's family too high hopes. But that was nothing but the truth.
"That's good! Cause my mom is the best there is, so—"
"Hey, kiddo!" The familiar voice came from behind, and Regina turned around in time to make a casually-dressed Emma Swan broke in her tracks. The intern looked from her to the boy across the table, once and again, as if trying to make sure she wasn't making any mistakes.
Meanwhile, Henry jumped from his sit, rounding the table and running to her. The way those little arms enveloped Emma's waist as he cried "Mom!", and his face buried into her stomach made Regina's insides twist. Kids just had a way to give themselves in so fearlessly… And, for a moment, Dr. Swan also forgot her confusion, or the surroundings, or anything else, and clutched the boy tighter, breathing in into his hair, kissing the top of his head, whispering his name.
It was so intimate, so emotional, Regina had to avert her eyes. "Where's your dad?" Emma asked when they broke apart.
"He went out to make a phone call, cause the signal here sucks," The boy explained.
"Hey, watch your mouth."
"Sorry," He didn't sound sorry, nor Emma seemed to care when he hugged her again.
Regina got up, feeling like an intruder in the weirdest situation. She had clearly gotten it all wrong when the boy mentioned his mother being in surgery. Well, he wasn't wrong. Emma had been in one, with her.
"Oh, mom, look. This is Dr. Mills, she works here too!" Henry smiled, looking from one to another. "Dr. Mills, this is my mom, Dr. Swan!"
"Yeah, we know each other, kid," Emma said lowly, an arm around Henry, her eyes in Regina, questioningly.
"I came in for coffee," Regina found herself explaining. "He was sitting alone, I decided to keep him company until his parents showed up."
"Oh, right, thank you," She said, though a bit grudgingly. "Your dad shouldn't have left you here," Emma mumbled to the boy. "But thanks, Dr. Mills. I hope he wasn't much trouble."
"Mom! I'm super polite!" Henry protested, and the two women chuckled, their voices echoing together – such a weird thing they shut up right away.
"He actually is," Regina agreed, then extended her hand again. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Henry."
"You too," He replied, beaming.
"Dr. Swan," She nodded as she passed the intern, who nodded back.
"Are you hungry? I found an amazing pizza place around here." Regina heard Emma's voice as she walked away. "I missed you so much, kid."
"I missed you too, mom."
She couldn't explain why hearing this dialogue made her chest tighten so hard. As she drove home, Regina kept replaying the scene in her head: Henry's arms in Emma's waist, her face in his hair, his name in a whisper. Some kind of love she had never tasted – she had had just the slightest promise of it, and a lifetime of missing it.
And all the while, the intern… How old could she be, now that Regina thought about it? She would be really surprised if Dr. Swan had reached her thirties. No, she hadn't, Regina had seen her file. The woman was twenty-eight. And the boy had been around ten, so… A teen mom. A surgical intern that had been a teen mom.
Average school, average grades, Regina had said. You are mediocre.
Except that she had a little boy. A little boy who loved her, who thought his mom was the best there was. Regina shook her head, trying to dismiss the new sting of guilt in her guts. And under all of it, there was still a nagging feeling. Like a memory trying to make its way from the depths of her brain. It should have been satisfied when she learned who the boy looked like, but it hadn't. There was more, but Regina couldn't reach it.
Well, it didn't matter. There was something else in her mind, now. Something bigger.
~SQ~
Regina Mills wanted to be a mother. It was simple as that, she mused as she opened the door of her apartment. She wanted to be a mother and she just didn't want to waste any more time. So maybe she couldn't bear one of her own blood and flesh, but did it matter?
It did not, she came to the conclusion.
In reality, that was something she thought all the time. Adoption. A way to give back a little of everything she had, but also a way to make her... a mother.
Why hadn't she and Robin discussed it yet?
Didn't matter. If he wasn't on board she would go through with it anyway. She wanted to be a mother and Regina always got what she wanted.
"Good, you are here," She said as she found Robin sitting on the couch, "There is something I'd like to discuss-"
Regina came close to give him the usual hello kiss, but he was stiff as a tree. "is everything alright?"
"Actually," He started, hesitant, "There is something I'd like to say first, if you don't mind?"
Regina assessed the situation. He was pale, his mouth white. But he didn't look bad, or ill. There was something on his complexion, was that...happiness? Hope?
"What is it, Robin?"
"I-" He sighed, running his hand through his hair, "I'm sorry. I really am."
She knew. Right then, Regina knew. She was like a blind woman before, how was cured but too scared to open her eyes and see the reality.
But right then, right then was no mistaking, she was seeing the light alright.
"You cheated on me." It wasn't a question.
He nodded, his eyes casting down.
She wasn't mad. Not per se. Obviously she was angry, so very angry at being cheated on, but it was... it was a relief. To know she hadn't been crazy, paranoid. A relief to know she wasn't the only one floating around in their lost marriage. It was over. It was truly over.
And Regina was not sorry for it. Robin had given them the perfect excuse. Maybe they'd part somewhat amicably. No more harm to be done. Yes, she wanted that. They were good together once, great even. But not anymore, and she was no longer afraid to open her eyes.
Maybe she hadn't been for a long time.
Regina was just about to tell him that. But then he decided he was not done.
"She's pregnant."
Needless to say, all hell broke loose.
"What?" Regina spat, seeing red.
All the resentment, held inside for years. All her bitterness, all her mourning for a baby she would never have inside her, every strain of love left towards Robin mixed together and exploded, blood seemed to go straight towards her head and she couldn't think anymore. She didn't want to think.
There went flying the beautiful and expensive Chinese vase they got as at wedding gift, their portrait in their honeymoon, the fucking Russian doll made of porcelain she's never liked anyway.
She threw some more things.
She hit him, she scratched him and she was pretty sure tried to bite him. He took it all like a hero. But he wasn't a damn hero. He was someone she couldn't see anymore without wanting to hurt and hurt and never stop hurting.
"Get out."
"Regina, please, I'm so-"
"GET OUT!"
He stumbled out of the way, and she barely saw him getting his keys before the door was closed again.
Just then Regina allowed herself to scream. And she screamed. Screamed bloody murder until her voice was hoarse, and her body too weak.
Screamed until she couldn't hear the voice inside her head.
"You really think you are something special, don't you, sweetie?"
"Oh, dear. I only have your best interest at heart. You'll understand when you are older."
"Regina, do you really think this is good enough?"
"Sweetie, just look at yourself. You are a mess!"
She screamed until all she could hear was silence.
~SQ~
Hey guys!
I know it's been too long, but well... life kinda happened, so...
IDK if I should have put a TW for Red Swan, but hey, let's have some fun. At least Robin is gone, right?
Right?!