Author's Note: I did not intend for this to be a multi-chapter story, but sweet crepes of Jesus did you see the sneak peek for 1x04? Regina was eye-raping her the WHOLE DAMN TIME! -hyperventilates- I must write more. It is my sacred duty to do so. I don't care that -censored due to spoilers-, Regina knows she'll get her, period. So, without further ado, let's help her get there, shall we?
You're bored. Even the shameless simplicity of the aforementioned, bare sentence bores you to death. You kept telling them you were fine, but Dr. Whale insisted you stay overnight and till the evening to make sure the wound isn't infected, and now you find yourself in bed directly below John Doe's – er, David's – hospital room. A voice at the back of your mind tells you Regina must have called him and arranged your imprisonment, and is probably plotting how to keep Henry as far as possible from you at this very moment, even though you know that in reality, the night is still young and both of them are sound asleep.
You called Mary and told her about the incident, leaving out the part about Regina saving your ass. You didn't want to acknowledge her help, but you didn't want to make yourself look like some kind of a wolf-slaying hero either (Oh God, if Henry ever finds out, you're never going to be able to convince him you're not lifting any curses anytime soon!), so you decided the perfect way to end the story was during the hitting-wolf-with-whatever-was-close-enough phase. It's not like you were lying. You just didn't mention the other reason it ran off.
Mary said she would come check up on you in the morning. She didn't even give you a chance to protest and you feel like sulking a little as you sink under the covers. Stupid Regina and her stupid plans and her stupid wolf – her stupid wolf? Well, that could as well be the case! She might have somehow sent it after you for all you care.
"You really think that of me? Please, Miss Swan, I'm not too fond of you, but I am by no means trying to get you killed."
If she was being honest, then the wolf would have only given her an opportunity to play the knight in shining armor. You close your eyes and try to focus on falling asleep before you overthink it all – which you know you already did.
When you wake up, it's light outside. Mary Margaret is sitting in a chair beside you, sipping latte macchiato from one of those brown plastic cups that instantly tell you the beverage inside was purchased from a vending machine. "Morning," she greets you when she notices you shift in the bed.
"Don't you have to teach or something?" you grumble, slightly annoyed that she didn't take the hint and stay home instead.
She sets the cup on the nightstand and smiles. "It's half past two in the afternoon. You slept like a baby. You can have some if you want," she says and points to the coffee. You give her a grateful nod, sit up and take the cup, noticing she's barely drunk anything. "The Mayor was here to check up on you earlier." She regrets those words immediately.
You nearly spill the coffee all over yourself and start coughing uncontrollably. Tears threaten to well up in your eyes and you only manage an inaudible "What?" before there's no air in your lungs again.
"Well, not exactly 'check up' check up; I saw her in the hallway, but when she saw you were still asleep and I was here as well, she shot me a look, turned on her heel and left," Mary shrugs and holds the coffee for you before you hurt yourself. "I wonder how she knew you were here."
Oh good, she didn't talk to her then. The lie is still intact. "That is beyond me," you reply with feigned confusion. "Maybe she wasn't here because of me. Maybe it's something about D—" You realize you shouldn't go there, or at least not this soon. "—dsome other patient." You think she can see you almost slipped there, but she appreaciates the cover-up and your silent apology. At least you hope she does. But maybe it's just wishful thinking.