TRIGGER WARNING: attempted suicide in this chapter, but no one dies.

Chapter 16

"It's fine mom. Emma is just helping us with our duet." Henry said on the drive over to his Aunt's apartment.

"What could Emma Nolan possibly be helping you with?" She asked. Part of Regina was jealous that her son was spending time with the blonde, but she wasn't about to admit that. Hell, she wouldn't even admit it to herself.

She watched Henry scroll through his messages on his phone before he answered, "Emma knows a little about music." He paused to type out a message then pressed send as they pulled up to the building, "Violet's mom is dropping her off in 30 minutes."

Regina chewed her lip as her son unfastened his seat belt and pulled his backpack from the floorboard, "I'll be back at 7:30 to pick you up. If you need anything, call me. I will be at the clinic." She could tell that Henry was excited to see Emma, so instead of questioning him any further, she remained quiet.

As Henry reached for the door, he turned to her with a smile, "Emma said that the three of us could go to the zoo soon. Her contract with her dad will be up and she will be able to see you whenever she wants." Before Regina could respond, the boy jumped from the car and ran towards the building.

The brunette kept her eyes on the direction her son had gone even after he disappeared through the glass door. Her mind wandered back to the kiss. If she thought hard enough, her lips still tingled. She let out an unsteady breath. Something inside her made her wish she could see the other woman now, but that same 'thing' told her it wasn't a good idea.

A horn sounded from behind her and glanced up at the rearview mirror. She had been staring at the door so long she hadn't realized the small line of traffic behind her. She waved a hand to signal an apology and pulled away from the curb and back out onto the street.

Robin called her last night. Of course, it wasn't a social call or for small talk. She would rather he forget her altogether. He was informing her that he couldn't pick up Henry for his appointed visitation due to work. She rolled her eyes, what's new? Normally Regina would be upset with him for letting her son down, but since Henry became friends with Emma, he never once mentioned his father. Even though she was thrilled her son was happy, she felt she had let herself and her son down because of Robin. She thought the man she loved was supposed to love their son, yet he continuously proved otherwise. Not because Robin deserved to have Henry waste his time on him, but because Henry deserved a loving father who wanted to spend time with him.

Regina's phone rang from the center console and she picked it up, "Hello?"

"Dr. Locksley, its Zelena Ozman." The British woman said over the line.

"Ms. Ozman, what can I do for you?" The brunette asked as she glanced over at her side mirror to change lanes.

"Please, call me Zelena." The woman said. "The detectives working the missing person's case would like to ask you some questions. I have held them off as long as I can, but if you don't come in, they will subpoena you."

Regina felt her stomach roll, "When?"

"Well, that's up to you, but it does need to be sooner rather than later." The redhead said.

"Just me?" She knew the other woman would know what she meant.

"They will want to speak with Ms. Midas as well, but it doesn't have to be tomorrow." Zelena was hesitant.

Regina turned left at the light. The clinic was only a block away, "I don't want her to be alone. She's been seeing a counselor and doing well with everything, I just don't want them to bully her."

"I completely understand. I won't allow her to be alone with them and I will certainly not let them harass her, you have my word. I can talk to her if you want." Zelena said, softening her voice.

Regina bit her bottom lip again, "No, I'll talk to her tonight. It should be me. Tell them I can come down to the precinct around 8:30 in the morning after I drop my son off at school."

"Sounds perfect. I will call Detective Blaney and let him know." The redhead said adding, "And thanks to you."

Regina pulled her car into the parking garage across the street from the clinic. She raised an eyebrow at the statement, "For what?"

"For trusting me with this," Zelena said nearly whispering.

The brunette smiled slightly, "I didn't have a choice." The words appeared harsh, but her tone had no bite.

Zelena laughed, "We always have a choice, Dr. Locksley. I'll see you in the morning."

Regina didn't reply, instead, she ended the call and dropped the phone into her purse. She found herself liking the redhead a little more each day. She hoped for the sake of everyone involved, the woman was legit. Now her only worry was to break the news to Kathryn.

She meant to tell her about Zelena last night, but the blonde didn't even come in from work until late and by then she had forgotten. Working as the administrator of one of Houston's busiest hospitals took a lot out of her friend. She guessed she should be happy that Kathryn was getting back to some of her former routine. She prayed this news wouldn't make her relapse.

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Emma let Henry in when he buzzed. She found herself wanting to see Regina yet she was terrified at the same time. When she opened the door, disappointment and relief washed over her. She wanted to laugh out loud at how her feelings were confusing her. She never felt like this.

The blonde hadn't been aware that she was staring blankly at the boy, "Sorry, mom had to go to the clinic today. I thought you didn't want to be around her right now?" He said, cocking his eyebrow that reminded her of Regina.

Emma blushed, "No, I wasn't… Sorry kid, come in."

The boy eyed her suspiciously but did as he was told. Emma exhaled silently. She wasn't sure she could survive this. She still didn't know if Regina hated her for kissing her. Kathryn told her that the brunette had just been confused, but her trepidation was still there.

"We still have a while until Violet gets here, do want you to want to practice something else until then?" Henry asked, dropping his backpack into the armchair and heading for the baby grand in the far corner of the room.

Emma shook her head in an attempt to clear Regina from her thoughts, "Yeah sure. What do you want to play?"

Henry sat down on the black wooden bench and shrugged, "I don't know." He placed his hand over the keys and slowly began playing Ode to Joy.

Emma smiled and joined him on the bench, "So, this Violet..." Emma noticed the boy miss a note when the girl's name came up, "What's she like?" The blonde placed her hand on the other side of the ivory keys, joining Henry's solo.

He seemed to relax as he smiled up at the blonde, clearly impressed with her skill, "She's okay. I mean she's the most popular girl in school." He shrugged his shoulders again, "She's never really talked to me before, so I don't know that much about her. All I know is she is the same age as me and that she is probably smarter than me, which explains why she was moved up two grades as well."

Emma stumbled over a couple of notes as she tried to remember the song, but it was slowly coming back to her, "Now you'll get the chance to know her better."

"I guess." Henry said but then changed the subject, "I was thinking that maybe we could go to the zoo this Saturday. I don't have to go to my dad's this weekend and your contract will be up."

Emma fumbled another couple of notes and swallowed at the boy's words, "Umm, yeah, maybe. I'll see what's going on at the club and let you know."

The boy stopped playing and turned to the blonde, "Did something happen between you and my mom?"

The blonde stopped playing but didn't look at the kid, "No. I just don't want to, you know, wear out my welcome." She had once thought she was a great liar but was quickly finding out that she sucked at it.

"What happened?" Henry asked crossing his arms.

Emma's cheeks filled with a lovely shade of pink, "I don't think this is something I should be telling a 9-year old, especially her son."

Henry narrowed his eyes, "Just tell me what you did."

"I may or may not have kissed your mom." She flinched, waiting for the kid to freak out, but his squeal was not what she was expecting.

He grinned from ear to ear, "Really?" His features changed as he looked to be lost in thought, "That explains why mom's been acting strangely every time I bring up your name."

"Strange? How do you mean?" The blonde asked turning her full attention to the boy next to her.

He shifted in his position, "Well, it's little things. She always seems to be far off in thought when she's alone."

Emma snorted out a laugh, "That can be anything. Doesn't mean she's thinking about me."

Henry smirked, "Oh yeah? Then how come whenever I mention your name, she gets nervous and her cheeks get red like yours do when I mention her to you?"

The blonde thought about it for a second. That still didn't mean anything. Regina could just be embarrassed by the kiss. Emma had knots in her stomach ever since that night. All she could think about was hoping the brunette didn't hate her and how soft her lips were. It was downright frustrating.

"Besides, if mom was mad that you kissed her, she would have told me that I could go to the zoo with you by myself, but she didn't." His shit-eating grin was back.

Emma heard his words but was away with her own thoughts as she moved her hands back to the piano and let her fingers move effortlessly across the key as they played her favorite tune. You're Beautiful was a song she had learned when she first started playing. Her mother loved to hear her play.

Henry moved his hands up to his side of the keys and was playing along, "This is my mom's favorite song."

The blonde continued to let her finger play each note, "Really? Do you play it for her?"

Henry shrugged his shoulder, "No, we don't have a piano at home. This is funny because my dad was the one who made me start taking lessons when I was four."

"You don't like to play?" Emma asked.

"I do now. I used to hate it though. Grandpa has an old vertical piano at his house. When I stay with him, we would play together and over time I started liking it." Henry said keeping pace with Emma on the song.

"I bet your dad was hard on you. Mine's was hard on me." Emma said.

Henry's fingers moved with the music, but he turned to look at the blonde beside him, "Yeah he was, but mom knew I hated it so she didn't force me to practice and after dad got way too busy with work, it was like piano didn't matter to him anymore. He stopped asking about it and I stopped telling him."

"You must have kept playing because you're a pretty awesome player." She said with a smile as they neared the end of the song.

"Once the pressure from my dad was gone, I found that I really liked it. Mom never made me go to my lessons and I'm not even sure if she knew Grandpa was helping me practice. We never talked about it because it seemed to make my mom sad for some reason." He said as their finger matched beat for beat until they played the final note.

"Why would playing make your mom sad?" Emma asked. Just to hear that Regina was unhappy made her heart clench.

"I don't know. I think maybe because she and dad fought about it all the time. She always did things like that, you know? Anytime dad was too hard on me she always stood up for me. I think she gets sad for me." Henry said moving his hand away from the keys.

Before the blonde could inquire any further, the intercom buzzed. Henry slipped off the bench and headed for the door. Emma wondered if her mom had been sad for her and her brothers. Apparently, she had been so sad she decided to take the easy way out and leave them to deal with the aftermath. At least Regina was fighting for her child.

Within a few minutes, the infamous Violet entered the apartment. Emma found it strange she wasn't accompanied by her mother. She would never let Henry go to a stranger's place without meeting them first. She may not be his mother, but she knew that wasn't something you did.

"Emma, this Violet," Henry said, his cheek sporting the same shade of pink that the blonde had worn earlier.

"Hey, Violet." Emma said shaking the young girl's hand, "Henry tells me the two of you will be performing Let it go." She didn't want the boy to suffer further embarrassment so she figured she would get right to the point.

"Yeah, everyone loves that song." The little girl replied.

Henry shot the blonde a look reminding her of what he said in their phone conversation. He told her that Violet chose the song for the wrong reasons, "What does the song mean to you?"

"What do you mean?" She asked as Emma stood to let the two children sit on the bench.

"Most of the time, songs are chosen by how they make you feel or by what they mean to you. I, for example, love the song You're Beautiful by James Blunt. The song reminded me of my mother and that I can't always have everything I want." Emma swallowed, not missing the curious look the boy gave her, "So, what does Let it go mean to you?"

A frown pulled heavy on the girl's features, "Honestly, it the only song my mom would agree with me on. She thinks that the best pianists only play classical music. I do like the song, but it was my only choice outside of the classics."

Emma and Henry nodded their understanding in unison. The blonde wanted to tell the girl where her mom could get off but then thought better of it. These kids had enough pressure on them, becoming an Emma Nolan would do them no good.

"All right. Let's get to it, shall we?" The blonde said with a smile.

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The bath water felt amazing on her neck and shoulders. The bubbles were inches from overflowing onto the tiled floor of her large master bath and she didn't care. Henry was in bed, the kitchen cleaned and now she was relaxing with her glass of wine and soft music humming out from her phone that sat on the sink counter.

Heels clicked against the hardwood of her bedroom floor. She raised her head in time to see Kathryn walking into the bathroom, looking exhausted. She held her own glass of wine and sat down on the edge of the tub.

Regina had briefly discussed the detective situation with her blonde friend. Not in great detail, but enough and knew Kathryn had been upset. The brunette could tell by the puffiness around her friend's eyes that she had been crying.

"Sorry, I'm so late," Kathryn said slipping her heels off and dropping them onto the tiled floor.

Regina smiled, but her heart was heavy, "It's okay. I'm sure you've been busy trying to catch up at work and everything."

The blonde spun slowly on the tub's edge and slipped her feet into the warm water. A long moment passed before she answered, "I got off hours ago."

Regina stiffened at her friend's words, "Where did you go?" Her mind was racing.

"I drove around for a while. I didn't want to bother you with my problems. But, I think I was mostly trying to avoid coming back here." The blonde said, staring down into the bubble filled tub.

The brunette furrowed her brow, "Why were you avoiding coming back here? Is everything okay between us?"

"Everything is great between us, Regina." She paused. A small, but sad chuckle escaped her throat, "I thought that if I didn't have to face you and talk about what you told me over the phone, it wasn't real." Tears fell silently from her friend's eyes, "I don't know if I can do this. I kept thinking back to the day you made me come here. Do you know what I was about to do when you knocked?"

The brunette blinked. Of course, she had considered that her friend had thought about suicide, but she never thought she would act on it. Regina sat her wine glass down and moved closer to Kathryn, "I wish I could go through all of this for you, then you wouldn't have to deal with any of it, but I can't." She felt a tear slip down her own cheek, and she took her friend's hand, "I love you like you were my sister. I would be absolutely devastated if something ever happened to you, not to mention Henry."

The blonde moved, sliding her body down into the water of the tub facing Regina, dress and all, "I know. That's what stopped me."

Regina didn't want to ask her friend to elaborate on where she had gone to. Even though her answer had been vague, she knew what the answer was. She glided back to her end of the tub and picked up her wineglass and tipped it towards her friend as they locked eyes, "Here's to sisters that can't exist without each other."

Kathryn clicked her glass against the brunettes, "To sisters."

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Henry had managed to make it through most of the morning without any incident. He was able to keep his food and drinks away from his shirt, and he had yet run into his class' bullies. Come to think of it, the last part was weird. The bullies were always around him. Usually, he would only have one break from them during the day and that when he was in the music room.

He glanced around the cafeteria and didn't spot either of the boys. He shrugged to himself, maybe they all came down with the same mysterious illness. He could never be that lucky.

"Hey Henry, is this seat taken?" A familiar voice asked.

Henry slowly turned to see Violet standing next to him, "Uh, no. You can sit." His heart beat wildly in his chest and felt feverish.

The girl sat down with her tray, "Are we still on for practice at your Aunt's place?"

The boy swallowed in an attempt to find his tongue, "Yeah. We need to practice as much as we can before tomorrow night, right?"

Violet smiled, "Yeah, we do." She paused and took a bite of her fry.

Henry ate his sandwich in silence. He wasn't sure what to say to the girl. Girls didn't talk to him, let alone eat lunch with him.

"Your Aunt is pretty cool." She said after a few minutes.

"Emma's not my Aunt. She's a friend." He said wrapping the remainder of his lunch up and stuffing it into his lunch box.

"I thought that was your Aunt's apartment." She said.

Henry shrugged, "It is, but Emma is staying there for a while."

"Oh." Was the girl's reply. She studied Henry for a moment, "Is your Aunt and Emma together?"

"No." He said with a laugh. "Emma wants to be with my mom." He watched her face turn to confusion.

"You want your mom to be with a girl?" She asked.

Henry thought about the question. He hadn't really put it into words like that so it sounded strange to him, but then smiled, "I want my mom to be with Emma."

"Isn't that the same thing?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

The nervousness the girl had made him feel before was now gone. He could see she was having trouble understanding and thought that she would be like everyone else. She would tell him it wasn't okay for two people of the same sex to be together and possibly make fun of him. He didn't care. Henry would drop a hundred pretty girls over this topic, "I want my mom to be with whoever makes her happy and I think Emma would make her very happy." Without waiting for the teasing or the eye rolls to start, He stood up to throw his trash away.

The girl was on his heels and without missing a beat she added, "Well, that's cool."

Henry stopped and turned towards her, "That's cool?"

"Yeah. I mean it's cool you stand up for them. If you're happy with it, then I'm happy with it." The girl said with confidence.

Henry's lips curled upwards. Maybe this day wasn't looking so bad after all.

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The room was small and intimidating. It had plenty of light, however, the smoky grey walls made it seem dark. The table was in the center and she sat facing a large double-sided mirror. A flat-screen TV was mounted up in the right-hand corner of the room near the mirror.

Regina could only imagine how Kathryn would feel when it was her turn. She bounced her leg causing her high heel to click lightly against the floor with each downward motion. The knots in her stomach were excruciatingly uncomfortable.

Zelena walked through the door pulling up a chair beside the brunette. Regina sighed with relief, "Thank God. I've been going insane in here."

The redhead chuckle but quickly let it die out when she realized the brunette was not smiling, "I'm sorry. I had to make a stop at Mr. Gold's office this morning." Zelena said pulling a folder from her briefcase and sitting it on the table in front of them.

"What were you doing there?" Regina asked skeptically.

The lawyer looked over at her, "Emma wanted me to inform Mr. Gold that his son brought the police into this."

"And how did that go?" Regina whispered.

Zelena glanced at her, "He seemed to take the news rather well for the head of a family like his, so I don't know exactly how it went. Emma assures me that Mr. Gold will be far from pleased."

Regina wanted to ask another question, but the door opened again and this time two detectives walked in. One of the detectives had been the one to send her here to wait for her attorney to arrive.

"Mrs. Locksley I'm Detective Blaney and this is Detective Reynolds." The older heavy set man said.

She merely nodded her head. The room felt like it was closing in on her by the second. A hand squeezed her knee lightly and she looked up to see Zelena's attempt to comfort her. After the redhead confirmed she was all right, she removed her hand.

The younger man pointed a remote at the TV in the corner and clicked a button causing the white noise of the snowy screen to come to life. After a second, the screen switched to black followed by surveillance footage from the club. Regina knew this was coming but it didn't stop the wave of nausea she felt.

A tap on the door cause the detective to pause the video, "Yeah?" He called out.

The door opened and a young rookie poked his head in, "There is a Kathryn Midas here, she says she is supposed to be in this interview."

Regina tensed if she felt this way in this horrible room, how would Kathryn feel?

"Send her in." The detective directed.

The brunette held her breath as her blonde friend walked in locking eyes with her for a brief moment. The older man rose from his seat as Kathryn sat next to Regina.

Detective Blaney hit the button on the remote again letting the footage play. At first, the brunette wasn't completely sure what she was looking at. Her eyes quickly located herself and she watched as she walked to the bathroom holding her phone to her ear.

She chewed her bottom lip. In the video, Kathryn stood at the table sipping her drink, when a blonde man approached her. Everyone could see him drop the pills into the drink as soon as Kathryn's back was turned. Almost as quickly as he dropped the pills into her drink, the blonde woman was feeling the effects. The man simply led her out of the bar.

"Why do my clients have to relive this," Zelena asked?

Kathryn had been able to refrain from crying, but the sorrow in her eyes was nearly unbearable. Her hands trembled and Regina reached out placing her own over them, "We are well aware of the events that followed Detective. Watching this damned video isn't going to magically bring our memories back." Regina snapped.

She felt Zelena's glare but ignored it. This was ridiculous and didn't prove anything.

"We do have a point as well as questions Mrs. Locksley," the older man said sweetly.

That was the second time the men had addressed her as Mrs. Locksley. Normally she would correct them, same as she had with Zelena, but today it was the name Locksley itself that irritated her.

"It's Dr. Locksley," Zelena said to the man. "Let's get on with it then."

The younger Detective pressed the fast-forward button on the remote then hit play again as the man was leading Regina out the back of the bar or rather dragging her, "Miss Nolan was in the bathroom when you were. Here," He points to the screen where Emma is talking to Anton with her eyes glued to the brunette, "She had been watching you for a long while before following you out. How long have you known the club owner?"

Regina shook her head, "I had never met her before that night and I wouldn't really call it meeting her. I was on the phone with my son and she happened to be in the bathroom. We said maybe two words to each other and I walked out."

The detective hit fast forward again. After a few seconds, he stops. Part of Emma is seen where she dodges the man's punches in the alleyway and knees Albert Blackwell in the groin. Regina can tell the younger blonde is talking to Anton and after a few minutes, the blonde picks the brunette up off the pavement and places her into a car.

"Did Miss Nolan assault you?" Detective Reynolds asked with a hint of disgust in his tone.

"What? No," Regina said, surprised at the question.

"Where did she take you," he asked?

Regina ran her fingers through her dark hair, "What does this have to do with the creep who drugged me?"

"Just answer the question, Mrs. Locksley." He said raising his voice.

"You don't have to answer that Dr. Locksley," Zelena said.

"Were you having an affair with Emma Nolan?" The question seemed to come out of nowhere.

"I didn't even know her." The brunette replied, confused as to why this was relevant.

"Yet you left with her?" The detective asked. His questions were fast and his demeanor becoming more of belittling.

"I was under the influence. I didn't know who she was or where I was going." She clenched her jaw. The heat was rising to her chest and she was about to lose it.

"Watch yourself, detective." Zelena's voice called out.

"How do we know you didn't plan this whole thing in order to get back at your husband?" The man said with a smirk.

"FUCK YOU!" Regina screamed. "How dare you accuse me of something like this? My best friend was gang-raped and you think I played a part in it?" Tears were streaming down Regina's face and all she wanted to do was strike the man.

"That's enough. This interview is officially over. Stay away from my client unless you have some hard evidence tying them to a crime. Right now all you have is a missing person's report on a known criminal." Zelena ushered Regina and Kathryn from their chairs. She turned back to the officers, "I don't know where you learned your interrogation techniques, but you boys are in the wrong line of work. You see, where I'm from, we treat our victims with respect, not like criminals."

"We can get a subpoena to talk to them." Detective Reynolds smiled.

"You do what you feel you need to do officer, but know that I will fight your asses all the way to the Governor's mansion. When I get through with you, you can kiss your jobs and your pension goodbye." She picked up her briefcase, "You gentlemen have a pleasant day." She walked out of the room leaving to men wondering what just happened.

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Emma was sure Henry and Violet's duet would be a smash. The two kids were excellent pianists, which she really hadn't been expecting. Both kids were gone now and the blonde was left alone in the empty apartment.

Henry had been excited when he first arrived for his practice. He shared with her how happy he had been when the two boys who harass him didn't show up at school. He went on and on about Violet sitting with him at lunch and how they actually talked.

Emma laughed to herself. If she were another person she would have personally went out and beat the hell out of the brats who were bullying Henry, but she's not, so she did the next best thing. She sent Mulan and Gram with a message. Apparently, it worked pretty well if both of the kids were absent.

For the first time in years, she found herself actually believing happiness was an attainable goal. She had given up on it a long time ago. Instead, she spent most moments alone wishing she could just go to sleep and never wake up, but now she found herself looking forward to her future days.

She stood staring into the mirror. What does she want now? She shook her head, still not completely sure, or at least that's what she told herself. Turning the faucet on, she splashed cold water on her face. She turned the faucet off and wiped her face and handoff on the hand towel near the door and walked out.

Her phone went off echoing through the silent apartment. She strolled over to the coffee table and smiled when she saw it was Henry. She answered, "Hey kid shouldn't you be aslee…"

"Emma something's wrong." His voice was so low she could barely hear him but she registered panic in his voice.

"What's going on?" Emma asked as the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

"Aunt Kathryn went into the bathroom, but hasn't come out." He whispered.

Henry was a very intelligent boy so he would never call her to complain that his house guest was taking too long in the bathroom, "Where's your mom kid?"

"I think she's asleep. I heard Aunt Kathryn crying and the door is locked." Emma started to tell him not to worry, his Aunt just needed a minute, but then he continued, "Waters coming out from under the door and I can hear the faucet running."

Emma's heart stopped. Something was indeed wrong. She headed straight for the front door snagging the keys from the hook on the wall, "I'm on my way, but I'm going to stay on the phone. Go wake your mom, Henry."

Emma pressed the elevator button repeatedly. To her surprise, the doors opened and she climbed on hitting the Lobby button. The blonde could hear Henry on the other end of the line, "Mom." After a second he called again, "Mom?" The boy said louder.

Regina's sleep coated voice came through the line, "Henry, honey? What's wrong?"

"It's Aunt Kathryn."

The elevator door slid opened and Emma took off in a run for the exit.

"What about her," Regina asked in a groggy voice?

"She's in the bathroom," he answered.

"Well use my bathroom dear, I don't mind," the woman said not sensing the threat.

"She's not waking up Em," Henry whispered.

"Keep trying buddy." She said jumping into the BMW. Before the car actually had time to register it had started, she was shifting gears speeding out of the parking garage.

"Mom, listen to me." Henry tried again.

"W-what is it honey?" She said still partly asleep.

Henry knew this would be hard. He watched his mother drank two bottles of wine before going to bed. He figured she had had a bad day and tried to stay out of her hair once he was home.

"MOM!" He screamed causing his mother to literally jump out of bed. The only problem was she didn't land on her feet.

"Henry? What the hell," she groaned from the floor?

"She's awake now," he said into the phone.

"Okay kid I'll be there in less than five minutes." She said and then hung up the phone.

She couldn't tell how many red lights she blew through but even if a cop started chasing her, she wasn't stopping until she reached Henry and Regina's. She squealed tires as she turned into the street. Sparks flew out from the underbelly of the car after she hit the speed bump doing more than forty miles per hour over the speed limit. She whipped into the driveway barely throwing the car into park and didn't even bother killing the engine.

Running up to the front door she tried the handle, it was locked, "Shit."

She banged loudly. Inside she could her small feet running down the stairs and the deadbolt turned. Henry wasted no time, "Up here." He said as he ran back up the stairs with Emma not far behind.

"Kathryn?" Regina's voice was panicked and Emma could see the water coming out from under the door. At least a foot of carpet in the hallway was wet.

Regina banged on the door louder, but whatever was going on with the older blonde, she wasn't opening it. When Emma came closer she noticed a red tint to the water and her eyes widened. She flicked her eyes to the brunette and Regina's face whitened, she banged harder, "Kathryn, please."

"Move," Emma said backing up to the banister. Regina stepped to the side and the blonde ran towards the door and slammed her shoulder into the gloss painted wood as hard as she could. The door nearly busted in half but opened all the same.

Regina was the first to run into the room, "Oh God, Kathryn. What did you do?"

Kathryn sat on the bathroom floor with her back to the wall. The bathtub had been plugged and it appeared she was running herself a bath. The water ran over the sides and onto the floor. Regina was blocking most of the older blonde, so at first sight, Emma wasn't sure where the blood was coming from.

The younger blonde made her way past the brunette and turned the faucet off. When she turned back she gasped. Kathryn had cut both of her wrists with a scalpel and it was deep.

"Kathryn, sweetie?" Regina voiced trembled, but she stayed on her game, "I need towels from the linen cabinet over there." She pointed to a spot near the door.

Emma grabbed several towels and passed them to the brunette.

"I need you to put a pressure on this wrist for me." Her voice was now calm and professional.

Emma nodded and quickly fell to her knee splashing water up from the floor soaking her dress slacks. Grabbing the already blood-soaked towel with her hands and pressing in.

"That's it." Regina said doing the same to Kathryn's other wrist, "Henry are you okay?" She called out.

Henry stepped into view of the doorway. Fear was evident on his face but he looked to his mother, "Henry, I need you to call 911. Can you do that for me?"

The boy nodded, but his eyes fell to the once white towels that were now dark burgundy and he froze. "HENRY!" Regina yelled getting the kids attention, "Can you do that for me?"

"He nodded again, this time he was able to answer, "Yes." He dialed the number on his phone and placed it to his ear.

Emma remained quiet. Nothing she could say would help. Her adrenaline was still coursing through her veins and her heart beat loudly in her ears. The brunette next to her had gained complete composure and the blonde found herself in awe.

Henry had walked away from the door so his voice was muffled. When he reappeared, he wasn't on the phone, "They're on their way."

The hospital was only two miles away, which was a good thing, given the circumstances. Within a matter of minutes, sirens could be heard in the distance. Emma feared to look at the older blonde's face. She really liked the woman and she hated thinking something could be so bad she would want a way out.

Emma mind traveled back to her mother. She was sure she went through every emotion when it came to her suicide. She had been angry. Angry with her father for treating her mother the way he did and angry at her mother leaving her behind. In the aftermath, she had grieved, and then she was confused, lonely, and afraid. The worst one was envy. She had actually been envious that her mother had the courage to get out. Looking at the blonde before her, she didn't understand why she would do this. She had people who loved her and who wanted her in their lives.

Henry ran down the stairs when she saw red and blue lights flashing through the windows, alerting them that emergency personnel had arrived. A few seconds after, two men in EMT uniforms jogged up the stairs with a large gurney and a bag filled with supplies.

The first man who entered the tight space was tall with sandy blonde hair, "So what do we have here?" The man's voice was calm and almost cheery.

"Deep lacerations along the long axis of the vessels in both wrists," Regina answered.

The man glanced up at her with curiosity.

"I'm a doctor," Regina said.

The man nodded with a smile, "Well then, I guess our friend is lucky that you were here. Can you tell me what happened?" He dug through his bag pulling out rolls of gauze.

"She is my house guest. She's recently been going through some things and I guess…" Regina took a deep breath and swallowed, "I guess it has been too much for her."

The man nodded again, "I'm Freddy and this is Eric and we are going to take good care of your friend." He motioned for the other man to enter. Freddy took Kathryn's arm from Regina and she stood to give the EMTs space to work.

Emma waited for the other man to relieve her. He took Kathryn's other arm and went to town wrapping it in gauze. The blonde carefully followed Regina out of the bathroom passed the two men and into the hallway.

As soon as Henry saw his mom he ran up to her throwing his arms around her waist, "Is she going to be okay?" His voice broke as he cried.

Regina hugged him back fighting her own tears, "I hope so." She turned to Emma, "Will you get him to his Grandpa's, I want to go to the hospital with her."

Emma nodded. She wouldn't deny the brunette anything, especially now. She watched the woman trot off to her room to change out of her pajamas for the ride in the ambulance. Emma glanced back to the bathroom where the two EMTs were hard at work to ready the patient for transport. She ran a shaky hand through her blonde curls and let out a breath, it's going to be a long night.