A/N: Thank you to my reviewers: thedoctorsgirl42 and SakuraBlosson58. This chapter was kind of hard to write, but I hope everyone will like it. Happy reading!

Chapter Rating: T


When Annabelle woke up she was in a hospital bed, with these strange tubes hooked up to her. She looked around the room to scan her surroundings and saw Mr. Gold sleeping in a chair next to her. What had happened? All she could remember is Mr. Gold entering the shower and then from there nothing. It was like someone had knocked her out. Her head hurt like a gun shot and vision was still a little blurry.

Apparently they had asked Mr. Gold questions, like if she was anemic, if she had diabetes or low blood sugar, if she had an anxiety disorder, etc. To be frank, he didn't know a single thing about her health. She had always taken care of herself when she was with him. They did some tests on her and apparently she had low blood sugar. She didn't have diabetes, just low blood sugar. It was strange. She had gone with out before when she was living with her father, but she had never passed out. She questioned the so called Dr. Whale. She had never been to the hospital and to be honest she hated it. It was like a horror scene to Annabelle. She was about to pull the tubes out from her, until a nurse came in and helped her. Annabelle went back to sleep in the uncomfortable hospital bed (not by her choice) and felt itchy in her hospital gown. She had terrible nightmares about her mother and her father fist fighting. She woke up with a sweat and Mr. Gold came quickly to her side.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just a nightmare, don't worry about it," Annabelle answered.

Mr. Gold was indeed going to worry about it. He cared for her and he was going to let her see that in this world. How could he have been so blind in the other world? She was his everything and if anything were to happen to her, Mr. Gold wouldn't know what to do.


It was about three in the morning and Annabelle couldn't sleep. Mr. Gold had fallen asleep again after comforting her for her nightmare, but Annabelle kept thinking about it. She had never seen them actually fight before, she had seen them argue, but never fight. Did they fight? She had always thought that her mother had took her own life because she was depressed, but could there have been underlining causes to that too? She couldn't think about that, she was just starting to forgive her father.


Apparently she had drifted off, because in the morning she was greeted with breakfast. Hospital food was not her favorite, but it wasn't that bad. Too bad she didn't have her regular kitchen to cook in. She was scheduled to be out today and she was excited as can be. Just spending one night in the hospital made her feel queasy.

Dr. Whale loved checking her out. She didn't notice before, but she did have perky breasts and a nice curve to her buttocks, well at least that's what Mr. Gold told her. Dr. Whale creeped her out and she would be glad to rid herself from him. Mr. Gold was quick to notice Dr. Whale's interest and made sure that the doctor was in check.

When she left the hospital, it was like a sigh of relief. She could finally go back home and go about her daily activities.

"Belle, I don't want you to do anything today. Just relax."

There goes that idea. When she arrived home she crawled into her bed and snoozed. Mr. Gold frequently came in and checked on her, hoping not to wake her up...it didn't work.

Finally she grew exacerbated and huffed, "if you want to check on me come and sleep with me!"

"I will then," was his response.

He cuddled with her, but also brought her meals. It was her personal rest day, but no matter how many times she drifted to sleep she would have different variants of the dream that she had in the hospital. The day went on with her half awake half asleep and Mr. Gold waiting on her every need. He really did love her. Those dreams though, they were going to haunt her. Her mother and her father fighting, made her scream in her head. Why was she having these awful dreams?

The next morning she convinced Mr. Gold that she was healthy enough to do somethings and he obliged. She made breakfast for the two of them and they ate in silence. Something was bothering Annabelle and Mr. Gold could sense it.

"Annabelle be honest, what is bothering you?"

He used her full name, she figured he must be serious.

"I keep having these nightmares about my parents fighting and it's really starting to get to me."

He gulped. Regina, him and Maurice were the only ones who truly knew why her mother had killed herself. He wanted to reach out to her then and kiss her, make all the hurt go away. He knew he could never fully do that, but he sure as hell could try.

"I just have this nagging feeling that there's something different about my mom's death."

Annabelle dropped the subject and they continued to eat. That day Annabelle and Mr. Gold tag teamed cleaning the house. As for Maurice, Mr. Gold had paid the nurse extra to take care of him. That put Annabelle at enough of an ease so she could clear her mind. The day seemed normal enough. Until, Mr. Gold interrupted everything.

"Belle I know why your mother killed herself and it's not because of what you think."

"What? How in the hell do you know?"

"It's a long story my love."

"Well you better start talking!"