A/N: Thanks for all the support so far! I know 6 reviews isn't many, but it makes me happy that you guys take the time to voice your opinions . Anyway, I noticed I had some punctuation/grammatical errors in the previous two chapters, so I was extra careful with this one! Enjoy!

Emma's eyes flew open. She was in a room with pale blue walls, in a bed with pale yellow blankets, in a pale pink hospital gown, and surrounded by half a dozen beeping machines. The whole scene seemed so mellow, save for a few pieces of the puzzle: one, her head was wrapped tightly in a bandage and felt like someone had beaten it with a hammer, two, her neck was secured in place by a splint so she could neither turn it this way, nor that way (which was really annoying for her; Emma liked to have her freedom in every way possible), and three, her hands were bound to the bed by leather cuffs. Emma couldn't decide which part she found more annoying, the pain or the restraint, so she flipped a coin in her head and decided to focus on the pain rather than the fact that her hospital bed had been transformed into her jail cell.

Emma forced her eyes to travel around the room. She knew from experience that it was important to always have a handle on her surroundings. Across from her bed, a flat screen TV hung on the wall. To the right of her was a heart monitor, an oxygen pump (which made her realize she was wearing those weird tube things that fed you a constant flow of freezing oxygen), and, a little further away, a door. On the left side of the room there wasn't much, just a window that indicated it was nighttime and a couch.

What Emma almost failed to notice was the person sleeping on the couch.

Surprise stole over Emma's features. "Lily?!" she whispered. The figure on the couch stirred a little. "Lily!" Emma said, a little louder this time. The figure sat up and pushed her hair back from her face, yawning. Now that Emma could clearly see the girl's features, she knew it was definitely Lily.

Emma's heart sped up in her chest. She didn't know what would happen next; her and Lily had always had a rocky and unpredictable friendship. If you could call it that.

"What are you doing here?" Emma hissed at the brunette in the corner.

Lily stretched her arms to the sky and rolled her shoulders in a circle. "I'm saving your ass, that's what. Now calm down. If a nurse comes in here and sees your heart running a marathon, she's gonna give you more sedatives."

Emma squinted at her. "Are you the person who pulled me off the bars on the Empire State Building? How did you even know I would be there?"

"I followed you, and yes, I am. And speaking of that." Lily paused to walk over and punch Emma in the arm.

"Ow!" Emma winced.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Em? You jump off the Empire state building; you go splat." Lily smacked her hands together, alligator-style, to punctuate her sentence. "There's no coming back from that. You should know that." She leaned in close to Emma until they were practically nose-to-nose. "Listen to me, Emma. You made the right choice in coming here. Do you know why?"

Emma shook her head no.

Lily continued on with her speech. "You have both the purest and darkest of magics in you. Do you know what Good and Evil do? They fight until one wins out. I've been researching this for years. Emma, your powers are weaker here, but even this world could never suppress all that magic. Back in Storybrooke, had you stayed, you would have had very little time to find a solution. The fight between Good and Evil inside of you would have drained every last drop of you until you were nothing but a pile of bones. Here, however, both are much weaker. It'll take longer. But you will start noticing symptoms eventually." Lily started ticking things off on her fingers. "Fatigue. Nausea. Weakness. Voices in your head. Urges to do things you wouldn't normally do. Em, they're gonna tell you you're sick. You have to ignore them."

Emma was astonished. Never in her life had she heard Lily speak so many words at once. She hadn't even known that Lily knew all this stuff.

"So… I still have magic in this world?" was all Emma dared to venture.

Lily looked extremely frustrated at the question. "Yes! But not enough to save you from the Empire State Building, idiot." She threw her hands up in the air. "I'm done. I've told you all I know; I'm leaving." Lily grabbed her jacket off the couch and headed for the door.

"Wait!" called Emma, struggling to free herself of the leather bracelets binding her to the bed. "Can you at least help me get out of these cuffs?"

Lily turned around. A tiny smile appeared at the corners of her lips, and she shook her head slowly. "Oh." She laughed and backed up until she was at the door. "Oh, no. Trust me, those things are soon to become your very best friends."

Emma let her head fall back against the pillow. "Not coming back from that jump was kind of the point," she muttered quietly.