And we are back! Sorry for the wait, again, it's been so busy and stressful lately with college and the whole college experience! I thank you for your patience and continued support, please enjoy this next update, and let me know what you all think! You'll see things get heated quite fast ;)

"Ms. Fitzwalter, please I need you to try your hardest to be calm," the good doctor says, his eyes wide and distressed as he tries his best to soothe the woman who has descended into nothing but hysterics outside the room of her fiancé.

"What do you mean 'calm'?" Marian explodes, both hands in her hair. Her eyes flash red with both fear and frustration. "Do you think, for one minute, that this is any better than his previous state?!"

Her voice sounds through the halls of the ward, prompting Regina's swift walk to turn into a jog despite her nurse's pleas to slow down. Upon turning the corner, the brunette comes face to face with the spectacle of Marian's distraught features; the woman looks as if she's on the very brink of losing her sanity.

"What is going on here?" Regina demands, approaching both Marian and the physician on duty. Instantly, Marian turns and shoots the brunette a stare that pierces through her like a sword, prompting Regina to automatically glare back at her. What did she do now? She waits for her to speak—which isn't long at all.

"You little—"

"Ma'am, please!" the doctor, steps in between the two, effectively halting Marian's insult, "Please, we need to be civil."

"Civil?" Marian scoffs, "I'll be civil once you figure out why exactly this has happened him, or I swear to God, Whale, I will sue."

"What do you mean?" Regina persists. She is growing even more desperate as this pointless conversation drags on. "What's wrong? What happened to Robin?"

Doctor Whale exhales through his nose, shaking his head. "Robin has awoken from his coma, however he is exhibiting signs of post-traumatic amnesia."

"Amnesia," Regina breathes, eyes widening, "You don't mean…he doesn't remember?" She lifts a hand to her lips.

"Oh, he remembers all right," Marian spits, eyes on fire.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Regina asks coolly, turning her head towards the woman. "He just said—"

Marian interrupts with a snort as she rolls her eyes angrily, seething. "He remembers you."

A small current of relief spikes through Regina's veins and she silently exhales. "Um, okay, I mean…" She stares into Marian's features as they shift from rage and accusation to hurt and despair. And it suddenly clicks.

"He doesn't remember you…" Regina whispers quietly, finally understanding.

Marian turns her head from Regina. A different side of the woman peeks through her seemingly impenetrable exterior. It surprises Regina, who now doesn't know what to feel. Of course, she wouldn't stoop so low as to feel happy that Robin doesn't remember Marian, no matter how badly the woman may have treated him.

"All he has been asking for is you," Marian murmurs, refusing to glance at Regina.

A small spike of sympathy shoots through the brunette's chest, surprising her to say the least. "He has?" Regina asks with a growing lump in her throat. To this Marian nods wordlessly. Regina closes her eyes, taking a deep breath.

"He wants you…" the woman mutters.

Regina shakes her head slowly, moving to brush past a broken Marian. Her heart thuds against her ribcage and in her ears as she draws closer and closer to the small room, closer and closer to Robin. All previous drama recedes to the back of her mind as she grasps the handle and pulls. Her breathing halts as she sees him lying there, a ghastly white upon the bed, eyes closed.

"Robin?" Regina whispers, her voice trembling, giving away her emotion.

The man's eyes flicker open, his gaze focusing to meet the one woman he remembers so vividly in his mind. "Regina…" His voice is thick and hoarse. His face fills with recognition, relief, love, and adoration that does nothing but melt the brunette's heart.

"Robin," Regina repeats, stepping forward. She slowly approaches the bed, moving to bend over him. Her hand reaches out to clasp his, while her other raises to brush over his forehead and cheek tenderly. Words become jammed in her throat as tears rise to line the bottom rim of her eyes. "I…" she chokes in a gentle sob, "I thought I'd lost you…"

Robin smiles slightly, reaching up to lay his hand in the brunette's hair as she rests her cheek on his chest. Regina cries softly, bringing his hand to her lips and kissing it again and again.

"I couldn't…I was so lost…" her voice trembles as she tries to contain herself.

Robin shakes his head gently, eyes kind. "I knew I'd see you again," he tells her, "I hoped…"

"So did I," Regina says, lifting her head to gaze into his eyes that remain still such a wondrous blue. "I hoped…I tried so hard…for you."

"I know, my love," Robin whispers, shaking his head, "I know. And I'm proud of you."

Regina shakes her head softly, cheeks wet and glistening with tears as she continues to gaze down at him, drinking in his features; never able to get enough. Robin looks up at her as if she's the only thing that matters, the only person in his world, the only one for whom his heart beats.

"What happened to you?" he asks softly, voice breaking with held tears of his own as he lifts a hand to run over the crusted scab of the cut above Regina's brow and trace down to the cut above her lip.

But Regina shakes her head, taking his hand and kissing it softly. "It's nothing," she whispers, "I'm fine."

"Were you hurt? Badly?"

"A little," Regina dismisses with another shake of her head, "But that's nothing to worry about—not anymore."

Robin sighs, closing his eyes as he rests his head back on the pillow. "Regina, I'm so sorry."

The brunette frowns slightly. "What are you sorry for?"

"That I wasn't there to protect you…"

"Robin," Regina whispers, cupping her love's cheek, "Nothing would have been able to protect us from what had happened. We're lucky to be alive."

"Indeed we are…"

Regina swallows hard. As much as she'd love to keep whispering sweet and assuring things to the one she loves, she can't ignore the elephant in the room, no matter how hard she tries. The situation does not feel right, no matter how much Regina wishes she could simply rejoice that Robin remembers her. "Robin," she whispers, her voice catching in her throat slightly, "Do you…do you remember Marian?"

Robin frowns, gazing at the brunette in genuine confusion. "The woman who was beside me when I woke?" he asks, "I remember her. She seemed quite upset that I didn't remember her name. Why? Who is she?"

Regina shakes her head, unable to speak for some unknown reason she has yet to figure out herself. "Robin," she murmurs, closing her eyes, "She's your fiancé."

At this information, Robin's eyes widen. "My—my fiancé," he breathes. He closes his eyes and shakes his head fervently. "How—how is that possible?"

"She has been your fiancé for five years if I remember correctly," Regina says, "At least, that's what you told me."

"Told you—what? When?"

"Robin, you really don't remember her?"

"Regina, I've never seen her before in my life."

The brunette inhales a sharp breath, blinking in disbelief. "Robin I…" She's at a loss for words. Marian or not, the man must remember his own fiancé. "What do you remember then, before the crash, I mean?"

Robin shrugs. "I don't know…" he confesses, "It's all a blur…some of it, a complete darkness."

Another tear escapes Regina's eye as she breathes out a sob. It's silent as she struggles to grab hold of what little understanding she has in this moment. Her heart breaks for him.

Regina inhales deeply. "But you remember who you are," she speaks slowly.

"Yes."

"You remember that you are Robin Locksley?"

"Yes."

"You remember that you are a poet?"

"Yes."

Regina shakes her head incredulously. "I can't believe this," she repeats, "I don't see how this is possible."

"I don't know, Regina," Robin sighs, a look of both pain and confusion in his eyes. Yet, he gazes at Regina, though, as if she is his lifeline. "All I know is that I love you."

The brunette smiles slightly through her tears. "I know, Robin," she whispers, squeezing his hand, "I know. And I love you too. But you have to remember her, Robin. She's your fiancé."

"If she's my fiancé, then why would I have fallen for you?" Robin frowns confusedly. "That just goes against my code. It makes no sense."

"It's—it's complicated," Regina murmurs.

"Doctor, I just don't understand how any of this is possible," Regina whispers. She glances over at the bed where Marian sits, speaking softly to her bemused fiancé, as she and the doctor whisper quietly on the opposite side. "It doesn't make any sense. Memory should be something that's connected, like a chain of events."

"It does make sense for it to be like that, doesn't it?" Whale says with a sigh, "But no. Memory is not like some kind of videotape that records and plays back events perfectly. It's full of little bits and pieces from each event, put together and constructed by our brain. Our memories are unique in that way. We see events as we see them and record what we believe to be true."

"So you're saying that what Robin remembers is something he's made up? His brain really believes that Marian was not a part of his life until now?"

"Exactly. And this is due to the damage that has occurred."

Regina shakes her head. "I still don't understand it. This is his fiancé we are talking about. Wouldn't it just make sense for him to remember her because of how long they've been together, what they've shared? Robin has only known me for seven hours."

"True, but this type of amnesia, retrograde amnesia to be specific, is common after brain injuries. It makes it difficult for the patient to remember anything before the time of the accident."

"I suppose," Regina sighs. Her shoulders sag as she finds herself at a loss for words. "It still doesn't make sense to me. t guess…I guess I just—I'm looking for a reason for all of this. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I never wanted it to be like this. I mean…I'm happy Robin remembers me, but Marian…" Regina glances at the doctor and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be dumping all of this onto you."

"No, no, please," Whale says softly, gently laying a hand on her shoulder, "I understand."

Regina rolls her eyes. "I'd have a bank full of money if I had a dollar for every time someone tells me that they understand," she mutters.

Whale steps closer to her, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. "But something you should know, Regina," he states softly, "And this may answer your question as to why parts of Robin's memory don't line up. You are correct. As this is, retrograde amnesia, Robin shouldn't remember you. He shouldn't remember anything about you. But memory is linked with emotion. The more one is emotionally invested, the stronger the bond, the stronger the memory. Maybe, there is something between you two that keeps Robin's memory of you alive. Maybe there was some kind of profound emotional investment beforehand that now allows his memory of you to shine through."

Whale smiles at her sympathetically, politely excusing himself. He respectfully leaves the three alone in the hospital room for privacy to attend to other matters. Regina swallows hard, slightly shaken by this new information. She always knew she and Robin had developed a special understanding, but a bond? How could they have created such a unique bond like this in a short amount of time? Is the love they have that strong? Her heart beats rapidly as once again, the brunette struggles to come to terms with the fact that what Whale had said could very well be the reason. And if so, although she may be healed somewhat of her fears of love, such a reason concerning the profundity of this very love terrifies her.

Regina approaches the bed tentatively, Marian instantly raising her head to gaze at her with the same look of hurt and devastation that'd been displayed earlier. It is so uncharacteristic that it makes Regina feel even worse.

"How is he?" Regina asks slowly.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Robin speaks up, only to be interrupted by Marian.

"No, he is not fine," Marian snaps before looking to her fiancé. "Robin, you are not fine."

"I feel just fine. I'm just a little sore."

"Robin," Marian almost sobs, "How can you say that you're just fine when you don't even remember me? You don't even remember us."

"I'm sorry, Marian," Robin replies exasperatedly, "I'm trying. Really, I am."

Marian breaks her gaze from him. And from her position behind the woman, as she hears her rapid breathing, Regina can sense the heat growing and an anger that is just about to erupt. Marian clenches her jaw, her upper lip curling. Balling her fists, she stands quickly. Then, turning on her heel, she snatches Regina's elbow and heads for the door. Regina stumbles after the woman as she drags her out into the hallway.

"Marian…" Regina begins as she finally frees her arm from the other brunette's grasp.

"Don't!" Marian growls, her eyes flashing red. Her entire demeanor sends chills down Regina's back, and the brunette finds herself almost wary. And rightfully so, for Marian lowers her gaze. Her eyes flash a burning red, a look that would kill right at this moment. Her upper lip twitches like an animal, a vicious predator wishing nothing more than to rip out the throat of its opponent. Just then, in a blur, Marian's palm smacks against Regina's cheek, turning the brunette's head to the side.

Regina's eyes widen as her cheek immediately stings, the sound still ringing in her ears. Bewildered, however not at all surprised, she lifts her hand to her stinging cheek. She turns back to Marian, eyes aglow with anger.

"This is all your fault!" Marian shouts, "If you hadn't come into Robin's life, none of this would have ever happened!"

Regina seethes, stepping forward into the woman's personal space. "I want to make something abundantly clear," she hisses, "This is not my fault. I cannot help the fact that he remembers me and doesn't remember you."

"Oh yes you could have," Marian spits, "I heard what Whale was saying. If you hadn't waltzed into my fiancé's life, putting thoughts into his head, he would have remembered me…the way it should be. But no. You come here, poisoning our life like—"

"I did not poison your life, Marian," Regina argues, her eyes wide. "Maybe it would do you some good to take a step back and take a good look at the situation. Why do you think Robin remembers me?"

Marian's eyes widen. "Don't you dare go on implying what I think you are. You know nothing about us."

"Oh I think I do," Regina says, tilting her head, "He told me about these past years."

Marian's eyes widen as she steps forward, inches away from Regina's face. "What do you know?" she demands.

"Oh, I know enough," Regina bites, "And I know you may hate to admit it, but those years didn't seem pleasant, at least for him."

Marian shakes her head, her cold breath on Regina's face. "I cannot believe you have stooped so low as to intrude in on our relationship. Have you no respect for privacy?"

"It wasn't my choice," Regina defends, "Robin told me…"

"Oh, of course he did," Marian laughs furiously, "Because you gave him a reason to."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You turned him against me," Marian snarls, "You monster."

"How dare you call me that," Regina growls, "You know nothing about me."

"And neither do you know anything of me," the other woman counters coldly, "And you know nothing about Robin. Yet, you come in here claiming him as yours."

"Robin is nothing to be claimed," Regina states, further appalled by this woman's words, "Just listen to yourself, Marian. How can you say that about your own fiancé? Do you have any respect for how he feels? He has changed."

"Do you really think that one can fall in love in a matter of seven hours? Robin is delusional. He always has been, and always will be. And the same goes for you too." Marian lifts her chin. "It takes time and effort to fall in love with someone. It took robin and I months—"

"And somehow, you and he fell out in a matter of weeks," Regina interrupts. She shakes her head. "Don't underestimate me. I know exactly what it's like to lose someone, and so does Robin."

"Robin hasn't lost me."

"Keep telling yourself that, Marian," Regina says with a shake of her head, "But he fell in love with me for a reason, despite his honor—his moral code. What does that tell you?"

Marian shakes her head, taking a step backward. "You think what you two had on that plane is love? You are insane. If you think that is love, you don't know what love is."

"We know no more about love than you do, Marian," Regina states quietly.

"If you want to hear that you've won, Regina, then fine. You've won."

Regina sighs deeply, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "I never wanted this," she whispers, "I never wanted it to be like this. This wasn't even supposed to be a contest."

"Then what was it supposed to be?"

"We were supposed to tell you the truth. The minute we would have gotten off the plane, we meant to inform you of what had happened."

"And magically, you'd think I'd take to your oh-so-magical relationship like a duck to water?"

"No, I—"

"Well, you thought wrong."

Oh boy...how will Marian cope with this new situation? Where will Regina and Robin's relationship go from here? It's a sticky situation! Please stay tuned, more to come soon! Thanks for coming by, and don't forget to review!