Yeah last chapter was anxious.

And to make it worse, Regina won't babysit Emma. In fact these two will only be able to get each other after years.

You guys will see.

Chapter 6: The Player's Fall - Part II

Stadium – Final

The camera focused on Emma's expression and everybody could see her eyebrow had a nasty cut that was bleeding like hell, the blood was all over the white uniform from the team, and Emma's expression seemed to be in despair at first, then in pain while she groaned out when they pressed a bandage against her forehead and started walking by her side out of the field. The painful expression was turning into a more numb one, and the player was stumbling out of the field, the medical staff stood by her side and she grabbed their arms to not fall down. - When she was out, and the game started again, Regina spoke. "I'm going there." Regina then quickly left the suite.

"Where? Reg- Regina wait!" Robin said as he went after her.

"What do you mean I can't see her?!" Regina basically shouted at the man that was standing right in front of her.

"Excuse me miss, but you can't. There's already three people in there and we don't wish more inside. You must understand that Emma Swan hit her head pretty badly, so too much people will only make it worse.

"But I am her manager!"

"I understand but it's still a no."

"This is ridiculous, who else is in there?"

"Two medical staff's and the coach."

Regina bit the inside of her cheek, at least Jill was inside with Emma but it was still bothering her the fact that she couldn't step in and see how Emma was, with her own eyes. She was completely ignoring the anger she held towards the blonde for the all media thing, right now she was just worried about her state and wanted to be by her side; she didn't know why, but she really had to be by the player's side. "Do you know anything about her condition?"

"Not yet, but I am sure she will be sent to a hospital, the cut looked pretty bad."

Jeez, this man for sure didn't know how to calm down a person, because after hearing that Regina only got more anxious, well she was sure the hospital would be needed, she saw on the TV how badly it was, then the all blood, obviously the cut was deep and needed stitiches.

"Regina, there you are." Robin gasped for breath, damn this woman in heels ran too fast.

"This man isn't allowing me to step in so I can see Emma." Regina said annoyed as she folded her arms in front of her chest.

The man sighed out and rolled his eyes. "Its not my choice, ma'am."

Regina just frowned at him and Robin placed his palm over her shoulder. "Hey, calm down, he's just doing his job."

"Whatever." Regina mumbled.

"Let's go back to the suite, get our stuff then we can leave. You can ask the coach for updates on her state, right?" Robin suggested.

"You are suggesting for me to leave Emma behind? After that?" Regina stared kind of shocked at him.

"There isn't much you can do now, babe. It's all up to the doctors, we don't want to bother them."

Regina took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "I just want to see her."

"I know, love, but let's go now. When she's better you can go see her." Robin placed his palm against her back and slightly pushing her forward.

"Fine." Regina was controlling every muscle of her to not just run and invade the room, even though she was sure the man would grab her because he totally had the 'bodyguard' look.

All she could do now was just hope Emma was alright, and obviously try sneak into the hospital to see the blonde with her own eyes.

Back in the nursing room

Emma was laying over some hard bed as she groaned every time the nurse pressed a bandage against her cut to control the bleeding; they had just called an ambulance and were waiting for it.

"So concussion?" Jill asked.

"Totally." The nurse replayed as she done slight pressure against Emma's cut. "The hit was pretty bad, and by her eyes I am sure she has one, so right now she needs the hospital more than anything."

"Coach.." Emma mumbled trying her best to ignore the dizziness and the all pain. "How's the game?"

Jill sighed out. "We lost."

Emma gulped and groaned even more. "No."

"Sorry, Swan but we did. On the extra minutes, France scored." Jill explained.

"Fuck." Emma groaned as she shut her eyes tightly trying to control tears; she wasn't only crying because of the result, it was just all at once. She lost an important game, she didn't win the world cup, she had a nasty cut that was hurting her like a bitch, and to make things worse she is feeling her knee hurting again, and here she thought she had completely healed from that injury; she probably hit the knee hard against the ground when she passed out.

"Don't worry, Swan. We get it next time." Jill gave a small smile and squeezed Emma's arm.

Emma remained quiet, she was doing her best to not sob, everything was just too painful, physically and emotionally. To be honest the only person she wanted here, the only person she wanted to be squeezing her arm was Regina; the brunette quickly invaded her mind and she felt her heart tighten up, she didn't care about what Regina said, she didn't care about Karlie, she didn't care about anything else, she just wanted Regina here, she needed her here.

Hospital – Four days later

And as much as Emma needed Regina there, the brunette never showed. Emma felt very disappointed, unsure what that actually meant. Was the brunette upset at her for not winning the game? For their arguments? Or she just simple didn't care? Was Robin filling all her time?

Emma groaned and just reached for her crutches. Today was her last day on the hospital, she still had a bandage on her wound because the stitches were still there and the doctor said for her to come next week so they could remove them. Oh and Emma's knee injury was worse than ever, another new that Emma got to cry all night and fall asleep with her tears.

"Hey, babe. Sure don't want the wheel chair?" Karlie asked as she stepped in the hospital room.

"No. I am fine." Emma said with a huff as she stood up from the bed slowly with the help of her crutches. "This is all bullshit, man."

"Yeah, but things will get better, don't worry." Karlie smiled and walked up to her girlfriend to pick up her bag.

"I might not be able to play again, Karlie." Emma frowned and looked down.

"Well if you think like that, you for sure wont. You know what the doc said, it will take time to heal but you will get it done." Karlie now dropped her girlfriend's bag over her shoulder.

"I guess." Emma sighed out.

Karlie smirked and pecked Emma's lips. "Let's go home, love. I will prepare you some good bath and give you a massage."

"That's probably the most pleasing thing you have ever said to me." Emma mocked as she approached the door slowly.

"Well I am offended." Karlie playful gasped before shake her head, she was glad her girlfriend was starting to enlighten up.

The following days

Everything was exhausting, the paparazzi were all over her ass and would never leave her alone; the reporters wanted to know about her state and wonder about her state, she was just annoyed at everything.

Specially now that she went to Starbucks to get herself some good cappuccino but when she stepped outside with her girlfriend, the flashes were all over her face again and there was photograph too close, and pissing her off. - That's when she snapped, Emma rose her crutch and hit his camera with it, basically smashing it, then she clumsy approached the guy and pushed him with all her strength making him fall. "Just leave me alone!" She shouted at him but it was meant to everybody else.

Karlie was shocked at Emma's behavior but at the same time couldn't judge her, because sometimes she felt like doing the same. She just placed her palm against her girlfriend's back as a bodyguard was rushing towards them. "Let's just go."

The following months

It was a mess, since that meeting with the photographer, Emma was sent to the court and had to pay the freaking man for his camera and for the damages on him, the fuck happen to him? Open his head? It was just a freaking push and she's sure he didn't got hurt, but if she didn't want to go to jail, she had to pay.

Then the following months were just the media wanting to ruin her image, they weren't worried about her state anymore, they didn't care anymore if she was going to play again, they just want to get anything to fill their magazines and gain money; and obviously that would be all based on the bad things that happened to Emma. The conflicts with the paparazzi become more often, but it was only insults, she was seriously trying to control her anger.

There were also rumors about her and Karlie being over just because they haven't seen them together for awhile; which Emma didn't pay too much attention because she knows Karlie's a busy woman. - But she had another woman in mind as well, which was Regina, the only contact she has got from the brunette was messages and eventually they had meetings but only because of the sponsors. There was never time for them to properly talk, mostly because Emma was pushing her away, she didn't know why she did that but she just felt extremely angry that Regina wasn't there when she needed her the most, but she never asked her manager the reason why.

Not even when Emma went to her usual training for her knee, she would feel at peace and have some hope; everything was just so annoying for her, she literally felt like giving up.

Two Years Later

And she did gave up, she gave up on everything. She gave up on her relationship with Karlie, because when Emma thought the model was just incredible busy, she was simple voiding her and saying that the blonde wasn't the same person anymore, that she was violent and always pissed off at something. Then she gave up on her knee, she could walk with the crutches but it wasn't still fully well to start playing soccer again, the doctors told her if she wanted to continue soccer she had to continue the training.

So she gave up on soccer as well.

She basically gave up on everything, is all the time locked in her huge mansion that is isolated from everybody. The only things she does to pass her time is throw parties almost every night, and there is hookers, there's alcohol, there's drugs, there's sex, and Emma is basically ruining herself with everything just to ignore her real problems. - She was a runner, she always was. So when things really fucked up on her life, she just hide herself on anything that would make her forget that she needs to fix this before it goes too far, more far than already it went.

She cut all her connections with her old teammates and friends, she only hangs out with the friends at parties, which are only with her because of the fun they can get at her mansion. At the beginning she used to have her phone full with voice-mails, missed calls and messages, but now it passed two years and people gave up on her.

So right now the blonde sat on her large couch, staring at the turned off TV screen while drinking already the third beer, and it was still midday. Things just stopped making sense to her.

"Emma?" A very familiar voice that she thought she wouldn't be able to hear other than on voice-mails.

Done. Yes it was just time-skips over time-skips and Emma needing a bitchslap to reality. - Sorry if there's mistakes, this was kinda messy.

Things will get better next chapter.

Also this story is almost done!

xoxo