Emma had just handed David a hot cup of coffee when her phone buzzed in her pocket. A few hours had passed since they last saw Peter and there was no news of Mary Margaret's condition. Emma and David grew more tired and frustrated with each passing moment.

"It's Peter." Emma said to David who immediately sat up.

"Peter," Emma said. "How is she?" Emma said walking away.

David looked at her with big scared eyes. His hands went sweaty as he watched Emma's face change from worry to relief and then shifted to sadness as their conversation continued. It could mean two things, Mary Margaret was ok for now, or Mary Margaret was going to be but there was damage. Either way, Emma's face told him that something wrong had happened. David would go mad if anything was wrong with Mary Margaret. Emma finally hung up after the longest 5 minutes of David's life. She slowly sat back down beside David.

"Mary Margaret had an ectopic pregnancy." Emma said, softly, before he had a chance to ask.

"A what?" David frowned, unfamiliar with the term, but he knew it did not sound like a good thing.

"It's when a fertilized egg grows inside of the fallopian tube. If it gets too big, it raptures. That's what happened to Mary Margaret…" Emma answered. "It can be very fatal it is caught too late."

"So Mary Margaret's pregnant?" David froze.

"Was…" Emma corrected. "They had to remove it. Peter doesn't think she knew about it either. It was too early to tell, he said, but too grown that it had raptured. Mary Margaret is very lucky to be alive. Very Lucky." Emma shivered at the thought.

David thought for a moment. "So the good news is that Mary Margaret is going to be ok, but the bad news is…"

"Mary Margaret may not be able to have any more children." Emma looked away. "Getting pregnant will be very difficult."

"Is she awake?" David asked eagerly.

"No, she just got into the recovery wing. It's going to kill her, when she finds out that she may not have a baby of her own. She's probably going to wish she were kind of dead."' Emma said with sympathy and honesty.

"Who's going to tell her?" Peter asked, even though he knew whose name would escape her lips.

"Peter is." Emma answered, her eyes cautiously watching him.

"We should be there too, when she wakes up. She's going to need us when he tells her." He started to get up but Emma shook her head.

"No, she and Peter need to be alone." she reasoned. "They need privacy, plus he's the only one she's going to want to see when she wakes up and she's going to need him more than ever." Emma said sadly and her mind thought about Graham and what they really had. How easily things could happen. David leaned back and sighed in frustration. Not being able to see her was something he didn't like. Peter being the one she was going to need over him was worse. But at least she was alive. David was beyond thankful for that.

Mary Margaret slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she felt was a dull aching pain everywhere, her abdomen was the worst though. Her vision was blurry. She felt a warm hand grasping her hand, and it tightened as she groaned in pain and confusion. Slowly but surely her vision cleared. Her eyes locked on the relieved face in front of her.

"Peter." Mary Margaret's voice was hoarse and her mouth was dry. She tried to sit up, but she was struck with pain. Peter moved forward and carefully pressed her down to keep from moving.

"Don't" he ordered her when she tried to move again.

"What happened?" she frowned, her face displayed discomfort. "Wher-"

"Shhhh" Peter hushed her. "Don't talk, I know it hurts. How are you feeling? Just nod if you are feeling alright."

Mary Margaret slowly nodded her head, but Peter wasn't fooled. She should have known better especially since he was a doctor. Peter handed her the pain killer remote. "Push it." He ordered her gently.

Mary Margaret gave him a weak smile and press the button a few times, Peter felt his heart drop because she was in pain and he could do nothing for her except watch….and then tell her she was going to most likely unable to have children of her own. Peter held her hand and stroked her face until he saw her wake up some more and relax from the medication.

"What happened?" Mary Margaret slowly asked." Last thing I remember was Henry running to get help. And then….I don't know what happened after that." She said with a frown, trying her best to remember but nothing came.

"You passed out on the side of the road." Peter took her hands and looked at her. "You had an ectopic pregnancy."

"What?" Mary Margaret said, her eyes widened and filled with tears.

"It raptured….they had to do surgery to stop the bleeding. You have no idea how luck you are to be here right now."

"I'm pregnant?" Mary Margaret asked, shocked.

"You were." Peter watched as her hand flew to her mouth. "They removed the egg and fixed as much as they could but the damage was very serious."

"How far along was I?" she dared ask, her voice little and fragile.

"6 weeks." Peter answered

"Oh God..." Mary Margaret said softly. "I didn't even know…."

"It was too early to tell." Peter tried to bring her comfort. Mary Margaret could only nod.

"I'm sorry." Mary Margaret said.

"What?" Peter scowled, surprised she said that.

"I said I was sorry."

"Well don't be. It's not your fault it happens. Don't you even dare blame yourself, Mary Margaret." Peter said sternly, not surprised she would blame herself for this.

Mary Margaret took a deep breath and took his hand. Peter leaned in and gently embraced her.

"I was so afraid that I had lost you." He said quietly. His eyes filled with misery. "When I saw you…. I can't get the image of you….on the bed…so….lifeless."

"I'm right here." Mary Margaret placed a hand on his cheek."I'm not going anywhere, I promise- Oh God Henry, where is he? He must be terrified."

"Henry's fine. He's at home, Emma called him and told him you were alright."

Mary Margaret's fear shifted to relief. "I feel so bad. Poor kid. If he hadn't been there, who knows what would have happened.I'll have to give him a huge thank can I go home?"

"A week, depending on how you're feeling." Peter answered.

"OK. I really don't want to be here for a week, but alright. How long was I out?"

"2 days, you've been on sedatives the whole time."

"Oh great, did you take videos?" Mary Margaret gave him a small smile.

Peter tried to smile but he couldn't.

"What?" she looked at him, when he didn't laugh or smile at her.

"I need to tell you something." Peter said gently.

"What is it?" Mary Margaret said, her smile disappearing,

Peter looked for his voice; he couldn't open his mouth and say the words.

"Peter, tell me. You're worrying me." Mary Margaret said. "Please. Whatever it is, we can get through it." She looked up at him with confidence and adoration.

"When the surgeon tried to stop the bleeding, the damage was so severe that he had to do what he needed to save your life. The cost…. Mary Margaret…"Peter's voice almost broke. "You may not be able to have children."

"Ever?" Her voice rose and tightened.

"If you ever do, it's going to be very difficult to get pregnant." He said, keeping his eyes on her face the whole time.

Mary Margaret nodded but her face remained blank, several moments had passed in silence.

"Mary Margaret?" he asked. Mary Margaret looked at him and gave him a fake smile.

"I'm just tired." She said.

"You can talk to me." Peter said to her.

"I know." She took his hand and kissed it. "I'm just really tired and sore."

Peter didn't want to press her in the manner right now, especially when she was in pain.

Mary Margaret shut her eyes and breathed slowly.

"Do you want me to leave?" Peter asked her, for a moment he thought she would ask him to.

" No, stay with me. I don't want to be alone, here." Mary Margaret said, not opening her eyes.

"I'm not leaving then." He replied and pulled a chair closer to her. He readjusted the blanket over her and took her hand in both his. Her hand was warm and alive. The situation could have been very different though and Peter would always remember that for the rest of his life.

"Are you thirsty?" Peter asked her 10 minutes later, he knew she was fast asleep when she didn't answer him, she looked peaceful. Little did he know that the physical pain was nothing compared to the mental agony she was feeling until the medication knocked out. Her last thoughts going through her mind before she knew no more was the hope of maybe not having to ever wake up to this…new hell. Not even Peter could help her.