Before either of them knew it they were in one of the ER rooms with a doctor and three nurses who were helping Emma get into a gown and drawing blood. The doctor was more focused on the ultrasound machine that she was using to scan Emma's abdomen than anything else though. Both Will and Emma couldn't help but stare at the doctor's face as she scanned the screen for any signs of trouble. Once she was satisfied with her findings she turned to Emma.

"Mrs. Schuester, it seems there is some moderate bruising to your abdomen, but the fetus seems to be intact. I don't expect any complications from the pregnancy but we will keep you on a monitor for the next 24 hours to be sure. Your wrist however looks as though it may be fractured, so I'm going to order an ex-ray. I'm also ordering a CT. It seems as though you likely have a concussion and I want to check for any brain bleeds that may have developed as a result of the trauma. After that I will have a plastic surgeon stitch up the laceration on your forehead and your wonderful nurse Becky will bandage up your cheek for you. Over all, your health looks okay, but we will know more once the tests come back." The doctor placed a reassuring hand on Emma's shoulder. "Let me know if you have any questions." She said. Emma gave her a quick nod to show that she processed the information and with that, the doctor was headed out the door.

Emma looked to Will with tears beginning to pool in her eyes once more. "The baby is okay." She said to him with a tired smile, relief washing over every inch of her body.

Will couldn't help but smile back as relief poured through him too. "You're both okay." He gave her right hand a squeeze and kissed the middle of her forehead lightly. Everything would be okay.

Emma fought back a sob as her right hand moved towards the growing bump. Will would have been concerned, but Emma had a glowing smile on her face, even as she cried. His hands found hers quickly and he began to cry as well as he stroked the spot his child was resting. So much had happened to both of them, and losing his baby…again, well Will wasn't sure he would be able to handle it.

"I love you so much Emma. I love both of you." Will said through silent tears as he looked into her beautiful brown eyes.

"We love you too." Emma said, her tears imitating his. She smiled to him as they shared a few moments together, safe in each other's eyes.

Emma was finally moved to a room after the tests had come back and her face had been stitched and bandaged. Her arm was in a freshly set purple cast, the color being Wills idea. Something about how it would look with her complexion. Emma had a moderate concussion, but the doctor said she would heal nicely. She would be in the hospital for a few days for observation however, much to Emma's distaste. Though, in reality, Emma wasn't sure she would be able to face the apartment just yet.

Will hadn't left Emma's side for more than five minutes since she had been in the hospital. Once to greet Shannon when she arrived, and once to sign some paperwork. Emma was happy to have him there and he was likely more of a comfort to her than he realized. He had called his parents as well as hers to fill them in on the situation and to kindly talk them out of coming to the hospital. She would be home in two days anyway and the doctor said mostly what she needed was rest, so it wouldn't be productive for many visitors to be there.

Emma was grateful. She told herself it was because she didn't want the stress of visitors but Will knew she was more embarrassed, ashamed even, for their parents to see her like that. Bruised. Broken. A mess. Emma knew their parents wouldn't judge her, but she couldn't take all of the sympathy stares right now. She was trying to keep her anxiety levels down but it was beginning to pose a problem. She would take deep breaths, try her counting techniques from therapy, and try to distract her wandering mind from the things that scared her, but she was only moderately successful.

It was easier not to think about it when Will was there. He was always a safe place for her whenever she needed one.

She couldn't help but feel anxious though. She knew the cops would be by for a statement soon and Emma was petrified. She was in no mood to talk about what had happened, and was truthfully afraid to relive the incident again. She could handle things as long as she avoided thinking about what had happened. In her apartment. Which she would have to go back to…

Emma swallowed hard as a knot developed in her stomach at the thought of having to face the place where she had been attacked in a few days' time. She couldn't help but wonder if she would ever feel comfortable or safe there again. Certainly not if Will wasn't home. He always made her feel safe. But what about those times when he had to stay late at school? She couldn't just hang around every time he needed to stay late. Especially once the baby came. Would she be better by the time the baby came? Physically, yes. Emotionally, however, she wasn't so sure.

Emma's thoughts were a whirl of emotion as she felt a few tears spring to her eyes. She wasn't even sure why she was crying. It was nice to be able to get it out though without anyone around. She knew she loved Will and could share anything with him, but she couldn't help feeling relieved that he was currently occupied elsewhere so she could cry without his worried gaze. She was trying to be strong for him because she knew he would worry himself sick, but it was becoming increasingly harder to hold it together. They hadn't even really talked about what had happened yet. Both were scared to broach the subject.

She knew they would talk about it eventually, but for right now it was all she could do to hold it together and keep her emotions from bubbling over. So…She would wait. Wait until she had a chance to process the event before reopening that fresh wound. Emma sighed, collecting her thoughts and calming the tears that had silently spilled down her cheeks. She was safe, her baby was healthy, and her husband was there. That's all that mattered.

Emma's thoughts were interrupted as a soft knock came from her hospital room door. She wiped once more at her cheeks to ensure they were dry and brushed her hair from her face with her hand in an attempt to look slightly less pathetic, then called out softly, "Come in."

The door creaked slightly as it opened, revealing a police officer. Emma's breath hitched slightly at the man, knowing his purpose.

"Hello Mrs. Schuester, I'm officer Michaels. This is my partner, Officer Becker." He gestured to the slightly shorter man walking into the room behind him, "We are with the Lima police department and we were wondering if now would be a good time to talk to you about the attack?" He gave a soft smile, presumably as a gesture of comfort, though it did little to ease Emma's distress.

Emma nodded fearfully, knowing that she would have to give a statement at some point, though nervous that it was going to happen now. Her thoughts were briefly interrupted as Will walked in through the hospital room door holding a paper bag. "Hey Em, I brought you some-" Will stopped himself moments before crashing into the police officer. "Whoa, sorry. I didn't see you there." Will said as he backed away slightly, already looking to his wife to gage her reaction to the men in her hospital room.

"No worries Mr. Schuester, were just here to take a statement." Officer Becker explained as he moved to the side, allowing Will room to pass him and join his wife's side once more.

"I see." Will said, nervousness evident in his face as well. Emma knew he was unsure about her emotional stability, and frankly wasn't sure if he would be ready to hear what had happened.

He turned to Emma and placed the paper bag on the table next to the bed. "I brought you some food in case you're hungry. I had Shannon grab some stuff from the apartment. It's a Peanut butter and Jelly. No crust. There are also some pretzels and grapes. I thought it might be more appealing than the dinner they serve here." Will said, gesturing to the lunch tray that had gone untouched.

There was some sort of meat chunk that was swimming in gravy as well as some mashed potatoes that looked questionable at best. Will knew that Emma needed to keep her strength up, and that wasn't going to happen with the hospital food she wouldn't touch.

Emma gave Will a grateful smile, "Thanks Will." She said. Though food was the farthest thing from her mind at this point, she couldn't help but feel a surge of love from the man that treated her like a princess whenever she needed it most.

"Mrs. Schuester," Officer Michaels began,

"Please, you can call me Emma." Emma said, knowing she was about to get very personal with this stranger.

"Emma." Officer Michaels said with a smile, pulling out his note pad and pen once more. "In order to file an investigation we need to get a formal report from you about the attack. Can you tell us exactly what happened when you arrived home?"

Emma reached for Wills hand and he grabbed it willingly, giving her a small kiss on the forehead. She relaxed just a little bit under his touch as she looked to the officer.

"Yes." She said, taking a deep breath before she began.

"I had arrived home around 4:15. I had stopped at the grocery store on my way home for a few things so I had my hands full when I got to the door. I had to dig for my keys, and when I put it into the lock I noticed the lock didn't turn." Emma looked to Will as he digested every word.

She returned her attention back to the cops and continued, "I knew that was strange but didn't think much of it. Sometimes my husband will forget to lock the door when he gets home." She looked to Will as he had a sheepish expression and averted his eyes momentarily.

"So I went in. I called Wills name but didn't get an answer. After that I went to put the groceries down in the kitchen, but then all of a sudden I was being slammed into a wall." Emma said, trying to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. Will noticed this and began stroking the back of her hand with his thumb, gently urging her to continue as he gazed into her eyes with all of the strength she didn't have. She took another breath and began once more.

"The groceries fell on the floor and the soy milk spilled everywhere." Emma shuddered at the memory. "I tried to turn around to see who had hurt me, but when I did he…he grabbed my arm." Emma said, looking to her splinted arm as tears began to surface. "He pulled me down to the floor roughly and…and I heard a crack." Emma's lip began to quiver ever so slightly as she once again turned to Will. His eyes were teary as well and she could tell he wanted it all to stop. To not have to know what happened. To turn back time and make it all disappear. But she knew she had to continue. A single tear slid down her cheek as she continued to stare into her husband's eyes, the police officers lost somewhere in the background.

"I screamed when my wrist broke. The pain was…unimaginable." Will swiped a few tears from her cheeks as she looked into his eyes, needing to see the love he had for her to continue. "He dragged me from the hallway by the kitchen through the entry way, and shoved me into the hall closet. My ears started ringing when I hit the ground." Tears were flowing freely from both Will and Emma's face by this point, and Will wanted nothing more but to sweep his wife into his arms and kiss away the memory.

Emma concentrated more closely on the details, trying to play it back in her mind without missing anything, but also trying to not feel it all over again. "After…after he shoved me in the closet I got a chance to look at him. He was tall, maybe a few inches taller than Will. He was also rather slender. He had on a dark hooded jacket so I couldn't see his face but he had on these black leather gloves."

Her breath hitched momentarily as she remembered the events more clearly. Will brushed a few more tears from her cheek, though it did little good as they were quickly replaced with new ones. "He said something." Emma remembered, focusing on the memory with great concentration.

"What did he say?" The officer asked, waiting on baited breath.

"He told me to stay in the closet. So…so he wouldn't have to hurt me. He said I shouldn't have been home…and that it wasn't the way it was supposed to happen like this." Emma let out a small sob as Will scooted onto the side of the bed and pulled her into his arms.

Her emotions were catching up with her and she seemed to be losing the ability to compose herself. She snuggled into his chest as the tears stained his shirt. He didn't care though. This is what she needed. To feel safe. At least for a little while.

"Emma, did you recognize the attacker? The voice? Anything at all that was familiar about him?" Officer Michaels asked.

"No." Emma choked out. "He just closed the closet door and left. I…I panicked and called Will. I didn't know what else to do. I was so s-scared." Another round of sobs wracked Emma's body as she buried her face even further into Wills shirt. Will looked pleadingly at the officers to leave, and they seemed to take the hint.

"We are truly sorry for what happened to you Mrs. Schuester. I think we've got what we need here now." Officer Michaels said as he closed his note pad and placed it with the pen back into his pocket. "If you think of anything else, please don't hesitate to call either of us." He said, as he handed Will a business card. "Mr. Schuester, I will need to talk to you after you've returned to the apartment. We need to know if anything is missing and get a detailed report of anything that may be out of place. When you have the time, we would appreciate the call." Will nodded to the officer.

"Thank you for your time." Officer Becker said as he gave a sympathetic look to the couple. Both officers left the room, closing the door behind them so the couple could have some privacy.

Will was rubbing circles on Emma's back for what seemed like hours, though was likely only about 20 minutes. The cries became less and less until they were nothing but sniffles. The sniffles then turned into soft breathing as he realized that Emma was asleep. She had cried herself to sleep out of sheer emotional exhaustion.

Will kissed the top of her head and gently lay back onto the bed, allowing Emma to lay with him. He continued to stroke her back as she lay curled on his chest until he was sure she wouldn't wake. His heart ached for her, for everything she had been through, and everything she would have to go through as she healed. He also felt the sting of guilt. Why wasn't he home? If he had been there, none of this would have happened. She would be safe and wouldn't have to go through any of this.

Will let a few more tears fall as he looked lovingly at his wife's sleeping form. He would have to push aside his guilt though. His wife and unborn child needed him now, and that was all that mattered. He softly kissed her head once more, allowing her scent to fill him. A comfort only she could provide. He toed off his shoes and embraced his wife just a little bit tighter as sleep over took him; all other problems would be left for tomorrow.