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Chapter 21

Sometime in the past several hours, James took Henry home. The ten year old was worn down with exhaustion and grief. He'd protested, but Snow had promised that he could see Emma after he got some sleep.

Worry had aged Snow's features about ten years. She went in to see Emma first, and came out after fifteen minutes, dissolved into tears. She'd buried her face in Graham's shoulder, and he'd tried his best to comfort her. But there wasn't much to say. Whale had been pretty clear about Emma's condition. All they could do was wait.

The part of Graham that wasn't sick with worry and fear was filled with anger and hatred. He wanted to find Regina and punch the hell out of her for doing this to Emma. What exactly had Emma done to the evil queen that had merited this? Sure, Emma had "stolen" Henry and Graham, but it wasn't her fault that they liked her more. Graham briefly wondered how he hadn't known that he was being possessed, but Snow had assured him that Regina's magic was extremely strong and there was no way he could've controlled what had happened. It made him feel better, sort of, but did nothing to ease the worry.

James had gone in to see Emma next, and he too looked beaten down afterwards. It was so strange to see a formerly heroic prince be dissolved into tears at the sight of his comatose daughter. It reminded Graham all over again of Regina, and how he had to take revenge on her for this.

But obviously now was not the time. Right now, Emma needed him. No matter how she'd treated him, how she's so harshly rejected him, he had to be there for her.

After James exited the room, Graham went in. He tiptoed inside, despite the fact that she was heavily sedated. He sat down in the chair next to her bed. Immediately, he found his left hand entwined in her right.

"Hey, Emma." He said softly. "I know you can't hear me and everything, but Whale said talking to you will make you wake up faster." He laughed to himself. "Talking to a comatose patient. I must look crazy."

He wasn't really sure what to say next. "I'm so, so, so sorry about all this. I mean, I guess there's really no reason to be, since I don't know if anyone told you but this was all caused by Regina. She possessed me. How crazy is that, right?" He rambled on. "I shoulda known something like this would happen. I shouldn't have left to get coffee."

"I don't know, I just feel like this whole thing is my fault. You tried to apologize, but I was hell bent on being immature and ignored you. And I'm so sorry about that."

He looked down at her bandaged body guiltily. There was a thick white bandage on her head covering the wound he'd given her when he'd smashed her against the desk. The dark purple finger shaped bruises on her neck and arms stood out in stark contrast to her pale skin, and he knew that underneath her puke green hospital gown was yet another bandage, covering up an ugly wound that his hands had given her.

He choked back a sob. "I love you, Emma. Even if you don't love me, I'll still be here for you. Here when you wake up."

Author's note: Heyyyyy you want next ch? You know what to do!