Even in the hospital, Emma doesn't say a word and stares absently to a spot on the wall. She's clinging onto Henry's hand while they wait for Dr. Whale to arrive. He promised to come see her as soon as Snow's situation is 'stable.' The blonde had gone completely hysterical when the nurses had told her this, and she demanded them to share more information on the medical condition of her mother. When the head nurse promised her that she would look into it and come right back when she knew more, Emma had fallen back onto the pillow of the hospital bed and cried until there were no more tears left in her body to shed. The strong sedatives she was given made her feeling dazed and gave her the stoic appearance.
''Hey buddy,'' whispers Neal when he enters the hospital room. ''How's your mom doing?'' he asks as he takes a chair and sits down next to his son.
''She's been like this for over the last hour,'' answers Henry. ''They gave her some medication that made her like this.''
''She'll be fine Henry, I'm sure of that. She just needs her rest now. She's been through a lot.''
''I guess...'' replies the boy hesitantly. ''How's Mr. Gold?'' he asks in return. He's not ready yet to call the man ''grandpa'' or to give him a similar title.
''He's all better, just a little tired, that's all. He knew exactly what to do with the flower petals and mixed it with some other ingredients. That all together healed him.''
Henry nods absently. His mind is occupied with great concern for his mother and grandmother. When Emma's sheet slides down a bit, he quickly uses his free hand to place it back. His other hand is still in unity with his mother's.
There's a soft knock on the door and Charming enters the hospital room. His eyes are red rimmed and his hands are trembling lightly. He walks up to the blonde's bed where Neal makes room for him to sit.
Henry also starts to get up, but his grandfather asks him to stay.
''She needs you Henry.'' His focus shifts to his daughter. The nurses told him about her situation and that they had to give her sedations. ''Hey darling, how're you feeling?'' he asks.
''She hasn't said a word in over an hour,'' explains Henry.
''I see…'' He gently weaves his hand through the blonde's curls.
''How's grandma?'' asks Henry.
Charming exchanges a worried look with Neal, which is spotted by the boy.
''You can tell me! Please don't lie to me anymore, to spare my feelings or something. I can handle it.''
''You're right Henry, you're completely right,'' says David as he places a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulders. ''Your grandmother is in surgery at the moment. She suffered from internal bleeding, do you know what that is?''
''Of course I know what that is,'' he answers a little agitated.
''Okay, well so they're trying their best to find out exactly what it is that is causing it and to stop that as fast as they can.''
There's a short silence as no one is sure what to say. Neal finally leaves the room to get something to drink from the coffee machine.
Charming continues to stroke his daughter's blonde locks until there's some sort of recognition shining through in her eyes.
''Dav… dad?'' she asks softly.
''Ssst, it's all right, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.''
''How's mom?''
There it was. There it finally was. She called her parents 'mom' and 'dad,' and it gives Charming the most indescribable feeling of pride and love. Their daughter has finally fully accepted the fact that this are her parents and that she can trust them. ''She's in surgery now, but they've promised me that she'll be fine,'' he assures Emma. ''Just get some rest. She'll be out of surgery before you know it.''
''Remember my superpower?'' asks the blonde hoarsely. ''It tells me that you're not telling the entire truth. What's going on?''
He has no choice but to tell her about the internal bleeding that her mother's facing at the moment.
''She'll get through it,'' nods the blonde with a flair of certainty that she hasn't showed since the confrontation with Regina and Cora. To empower her words, she gently squeezes Henry's hand.
Charming is completely taken aback by this sudden action of faith that his daughter just showed.
Emma sees this and quickly adds: ''you of all people should know how strong she is. She'll get through this. We'll get through this. Together.'' She smiles bravely. Of course she's not convinced about it at all, but seeing her father and son so worried about her, has turned an imaginary switch in her head. The guilt she feels about what happened, is eating her from the inside but she can't show this to them. She needs to keep it to herself. The focus now should be on Mary Margaret and getting her better.
''You're just like your mother, do you know that?'' proclaims her father admirably.
With this comment he crossed a line with Emma. It completely brings her out of her comfort zone. She flinches back from her father's touch and raises her knees up to her chest. ''Hey, how did you guys know to come look for us?'' she asks, glad to change the subject.
''Neal knew!'' cries Henry all excited again.
''Neal?!''
''Yes, he told us that he felt that something was wrong. He couldn't explain to us what it was that set it off, but he just felt that you needed help,'' explains Charming.
''That's just… weird!'' exclaims the blonde. Deep inside she feels kind of flattered. She knows from the book that her parents also always felt it whenever the other one was hurt or in trouble. But wait… does that mean that…? No, that can't be! She tries to push the whole 'true-love' subject as far away as possible.
''I know right?'' agrees Henry, without realizing how this information actually felt like a hit of a bombshell to Emma.
After a few minutes the boy starts to doze off in his chair.
''Do you want to sleep here with me on the bed?'' asks his mother as she already starts to make room for him.
''I don't know if I'm allowed…'' he starts to bring in against the offer.
''Sometimes Henry, you need to take advantage of your position as a royal,'' she grins.
He smiles back and takes his shoes off before hopping on the high hospital bed.
Emma lifts up the sheets for him, and gently puts them back down when she's sure he's all comfortable.
Not soon after that, the boy dozes off into a deep slumber.
''You should get some rest too,'' whispers Charming to his daughter.
''But what if there's any news on mom?'' she states in response.
''I promise, if there's any news, I'll wake you right up.''
With that promise, Emma loses the battle against the pervading need for sleep and closes her eyes.
''More suction here please!'' calls the surgeon to one of the assistants when they're operating on Snow. ''There's too much blood, I can't see a thing!''
The assistant moves his hand so that he can remove blood from the area around the right kidney.
''Dammit, she loses too much blood. Prepare five bags of O-negative, we're going to need it!'' the surgeon yells to one of the other assistants.
Dr. Whale is looking through the window of the observing area. The sight he's looking at worries him. When the surgeons can't locate the exact location of the bleeding, Snow will lose too much blood, and that will definitely going to have consequences for her health. Disaster scenarios such as permanent damage to the organs, brain hemorrhage or even death are possibilities not to be ruled out. He glances at his watch. This is just taking too long. They should've found the cause of the bleeding by now. He watches as they attach a bag of blood to the intravenous, desperately trying to get some blood back into the brunette's body.
But the surgeons are fighting a running battle, and they know it. The life is literally flooding out of Snow. The anesthesiologist is constantly looking at the vitals that are being shown on a monitor that is located next to the operating table. ''Blood pressure is dropping significantly,'' announces the woman.
''We really need to stop this bleeding. More suction please! And get extra gauzes, fast!''
The staff is trained well and the team works together like a well-oiled machine. Within no time they've attached an extra bag of blood and have arranged extra gauzes to help stop the bleeding. But all of their hard work is to no avail.
She's crashing!'' the anesthesiologist suddenly calls out. As if on cue, loud alarm bells start to ring and one of the assisting surgeons runs to the defibrillator. ''All clear!'' he yells as he places the two pads on Snow's chest.
All the staff steps back when the assistant activates the defibrillator.
Whale watches how his colleagues try to revive Snow White. Although he isn't religious, he mumbles a quick prayer. He thinks about the consequences for Storybrooke when Snow dies. When Charming and Emma are mourning about her death, there's nothing in the way of Regina Mills to gain more power than ever. Something he wants to prevent from happening at all costs. He knows how her power can destroy everything you hold dear.
He now sees that the surgeons are trying to get her heart started for the third time. He fears the worst.
It is then that a curved line becomes visible on the heart monitor. The sound of alarm bells change into an evenly beeping tone. ''She's back!'' cries the anesthesiologist.
''Good, but we're not there yet,'' responds the surgeon gloomy as he continues trying to find the evil-doer inside Snow's body.
Another bag of blood is attached to the intravenous, and the assistants try to suck away as much of the blood that's leaking out of Snow's body as possible.
''Got it!'' the surgeon finally exclaims. ''It's the right kidney, just as I thought it would be.''
Whale rolls his eyes as he hears the last comment of the surgeon. That's why he never could get along with these colleagues of the hospital. The arrogance is written all over the man's face.
Whale waits until his colleagues finish up the surgery and for the final report of the surgeon. It appears that even though they were able to close the internal wound, Snow has lost so much blood, that they find it necessary to keep her in an artificial coma.
Charming is scanning through an outdated magazine, while occasionally glancing over to his daughter and grandson who are now peaceful asleep in the bed.
Neal has gone back to the apartment, feeling out of place in the hospital when Emma and Henry are asleep.
When he hears a knock on the door, Charming turns his head and quickly gets up as he sees Dr. Whale entering. ''How is she?'' he whispers, trying to make as little sound as possible.
''She just came out of surgery. There were some complications.'' He wants to be straight with Snow's husband.
''What do you mean, some complications?''
''You knew she was bleeding internally right?''
''Yes,'' answers Charming, waving his hand, hurrying the other man to continue.
''Because of that, there was a lot of blood loss. The surgeons had trouble finding the location where the blood came from. Along the process, they gave her extra blood, but this wasn't enough. She went into cardiac arrest after an hour and a half.''
Charming's face turns paler and paler with the second.
''Luckily, they were able to revive her. They also located the bleeding and were able to stop it. However, because of all the blood loss, they've decided to keep her in an artificial coma.''
''Coma?'' repeats Charming.
''Yes, but just until she's saved up enough strength.''
''And how long will that take?''
''That really depends for every individual… I can't point out an exact time I'm afraid.''
''The prince nods absently. ''Thank you,'' he whispers.
''Let me know if you need anything else,'' the doctor says formally. He nods his head in greeting and leaves the room.
Although the two men were talking quietly, Emma stirs in the hospital bed and opens her eyes. She immediately spots Charming's terrified expression. ''Dad, what's wrong?'' she therefore asks. ''Is she…?''
''No darling, no, don't worry. It's not that!'' Her father hurries over to her and grasps her hand. He repeats to her what Dr. Whale had just told him a minute ago.
Emma takes a deep breath. ''Okay, that's okay right? I mean, they stopped the bleeding and all, so she just needs to strengthen and then she'll be fine right?'' She absently runs her fingers through her son's hair.
The boy is still in a deep slumber, being completely exhausted because of the lack of sleep and all the experiences of the last few days. It's a lot to process for the eleven-year-old.
''Yes I think so,'' he assures his daughter as he gives a soft squeeze in her hand.
She gives him a watery smile and takes another deep breath before her eyes close again.