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Chapter Four: We do this together.
It takes everything she has to bite back the scream that threatens to erupt. Fist clutching at the destroyed leather her grip on the blondes broken body subconsciously tightens afraid that some how the savior would disappear . If there's even a chance that Emma could hear her, that she was some how aware. She couldn't fall apart. Not now.
Emma would never make it to hospital not in her current condition. It had the capabilities to do much but even modern medicine had its limits and this was something far beyond what basics the former queen knew. There was something else she could use, something she understood better than any thing else in the world. Magic.
She had never healed anything close to the appalling injuries before her, but she had to try. Emma Swan is not dying today the words repeat again becoming a mantra. If this is to even work it will require all she has. She is willing to give that and more, all she can hope is that Emma is strong enough to do the same. For this to work they needed to do it as they always had. Together.
Locking her arms around the fallen savior, she studies her sleeping face before lowering her head and whispering softly. 'Emma. I need you to listen to me.' her voice trembles as she feels the magic surge within her, feels it rising to the surface her skin prickling as it waits to be released.
'This isn't going to be pleasant.' she continues as the magic begins to hum, illuminating the air around them. She tightens her grip, crushing their bodies together. 'You'll thank me for this later.' her voice breaking as she can only hope there would be a later.
'And Emma... please don't wake up.' the energy releases, slamming with force into the saviors battered body. The effect is instant, Emma's muscles contracting under the velocity of it. She doesn't falter, not when the saviors body thrashes against her, not when she hears the sound of bones shifting, not as her vision begins to fade, the world around them falling away.
She is brought back to the harsh reality by the sound she had hoped never to hear.
Emma Swan's agonising scream.