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Chapter 10 : In case of emergency.

She stands motionless beside the hospital bed, the sight of the Emma's prone form is both comforting and unsettling. Gone are the clothes ripped and torn, the blood that smeared her broken body washed away. In their place is a cotton gown and more wires than she can count. Her gaze settles on the blondes features, hidden beneath the plastic mask covering her airways. Relaxed in unconscious slumber a far cry from her earlier state.

She reaches forward her hand gently stroking the younger womans temple, there is no thought behind it only silent relief. Her attention turns to the hospital gown hanging loosely from her shoulder, and the thick white bandaging it exposes. 'Partially healed.' Whale's words break through her thoughts. Her hand hovers above the area useless, she suspects it will be at least a week before she's capable of the smallest magic.

'Regina.' She looks up to find Whale looking at her intently, waiting for an answer to a question she never heard. 'Her parents?' he asks, at that she turns around to confirm they are the only occupants of the small room. If they had even a clue of their daughters current condition the two idiots would have beaten them to the hospital. Then why would... 'You haven't contacted them!' she says her voice rising with each word.

'Legally I can't contact anyone.' he begins, arguing his case as he walks away from the machines, moving around the bed before coming to a stop infront of her. She turns to face the unconscious savior once again. 'She never updated her records.' a bitter chuckle escaping the former queens throat. 'Of course not. Because that would be the responsible thing to do.' she all but throws herself into the chair beside the bed.

'Actually she did...' he begins his features softening as he pulls a piece of paper from the folder. 'You were unavailable at the time.' he informs her. She sits in stunned silence, staring at the page in her hand. Her name, listed clearly as Emma Swans emergency contact. Her eyes shift between the blonde lying on the bed and the page before her. 'You didn't know.' he says, taking back the paper he returns it to the file.

'One hour.' she says standing from the chair, feeling her body protest with each movement. 'One hour and then we call them.' they would be of no help to their daughter in her current state, better they remain blissfully unaware for now. She could deal the consequences later, hopefully once she had regained some of her strength.

She stands beside the bed, subconsciously reaching for the the blondes hand. Freezing as her fingertips come into contact with stiff leather and cool steal. Her eyes fall to the saviors wrists encased in the hospitals restraints, securing her to the bed. How had she not seen them before. Rage begins to consume her. 'What the hell is this?' she demands.

'Hospital protocol, when a patient is at risk of harming themselves or others...' he begins to explain as the former queen turns on him anger blazing in her eyes. 'She's injured not to mention unsconscious...' she seethes at him.

'As her personal effects where collected Miss Swan became violent, she attacked one of our staff. I was left with no option but to sedate...' he doesn't continue, she is beside him in an instant. 'Leave. Now.' she orders, barely containing her anger.

Moments later the door closes behind his retreating form, leaving her alone with Emma for the first time since their arrival at the hospital. Its that moment when she breaks when she allows all of her emotions to spill out, her back against the door she slides to the ground as the sounds of her muffled cries fill the room.