This chapter has a bit more dialogue then the others. I hope you enjoy! :)
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"Itallics" = Thoughts
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-Chapter 4-
I was getting a bowl of water and a rag to try to clean Regina up a bit when a ragged, clogged sound came from her spot on the couch. I rushed over thinking she was choking. The blood was pooling in the back of her mouth keeping her from getting any air. I turned her onto her right side to let the blood escape so she could breathe. It started to trickle out of the corner of Regina's mouth and down to the couch.
I grabbed the damp cloth and gently wiped the blood from her chin and cheek, and carefully cleaned the area around the gash on the side of her head.
Her eyes opened and slowly darted across my face, as if she were searching for something. I kept my gaze on her injuries, pretending that I hadn't noticed that she had woken up.
Her breathing was still shallow, but at least she wasn't choking anymore.
I turned to dip the rag back into the water, I glanced back to Regina. I was stunned. The damp cloth hung limply from my hand, I thought that I had finally gone completely crazy. I had to be seeing things.
Her skin was streching and stiching itself back together.
Weakly Regina said, "I need something to drink."
"Uh...umm...Right. Yeah, of course," I said flustered before jumping up to get her a glass of water.
"What the hell is going on!" I was on autopilot as I filled the cup. "This can be explained, right? Maybe I had a mental break. Yeah, that's gotta be it."
Regina was sitting up when I turned around, and was trying to get the blood out of the couch. "Here is your water."
"Thanks," she chugged the water like it was the first she'd had in days.
"H-how did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"The healing thing. And who the hell was that guy?!"
"That...Well, I don't know I just do. I guess you could call it an adaptation that keeps me from completly dying. And, that 'guy' as you put it, is a very powerful man. You don't want to get on his bad side. His name is Rumple. My teacher." She spoke softly as if someone may overhear her.
"What the fuck? If he's your teacher then why was he trying to kill you!? That doesn't make sense! I don't see how you can be so calm about this, he tried to kill you! I thought-" I stopped.
She tilted her head like a puppy, "You thought what?"
"Nothing. Whatever-just whatever." I let out a breath, my shoulders slumping. I didn't want to get into a fight or make her feel bad. Besides if we did fight she'd probably just win it anyway. All she would have to do is pout a little and say please and I would immediatly cave. That's what my little brother would do all the time. He knew exactly how to play me.
"Look Emma, I...I know that it probably looked like he was trying to kill me. But he wasn't. If I was at any risk of a second death he would have eased up. It's just the way he teaches, trial and error. Learning by doing. It may not be healthy but it is what it is."
"You said second death. What do you mean second death?"
Her eyes widened. I guess she hadn't ment to let that slip. She looked away, gathering her thoughts I guess.
After a few moments she took a deep breath then said,"For some of us after we die we're stuck here. Unable to move on but unable to fully be a part of the living world. When that happens you can either start haunting places of the living and try to figure out why you haven't moved on, and try to fix it. Or you can become like myself and Rumple. We're not exactly grim reapers or guides to the afterlife, but that is the closest thing you have to compare us to."
"Why didn't you tell me all of this eariler?"
Regina smiled sadly, "You had just died. And you're still dealing with that. I wanted to give you time to adjust first."
"S-still that doesn't mean you couldn't have given me some kind of warning. I mean...I...I thought-I thought you were a goner." I stammered out.
She looked away again her eybrows drawn together, biting her lip. "What is it Regina?"
"Nothing important." She quickly answered snapping out of her thoughts, "just don't worry over me. Okay? There is no need for it. Though I do appreciate it."
I mumbled out a gruff, whatever, and snatched the empty glass out of her hand.
As I set the glass down I heard the tv turn on. Some acton movie was playing. The grinding of the engine and the screeching of tires in the asphalt made me remember my little brother.
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I wanna know who you guys think Emma's little brother is. Her brother will be introduced in the next chapter.
Thanks for reading! :)