While the nurses worked on changing Regina into a hospital gown and prepped her for tests, Mary Margaret and David found some dinner then opted to stay in the waiting room. They stand and move towards the doctor when he enters and finds them.
"Is she okay?" Mary Margaret asks quickly.
"You have her next of kin listed as her son. Is he available to be here?" Dr. Atkins asks, a full file at his side.
"No, he just left on a plane. That's why we were at the airport."
"Is there another family member that can be here? I would prefer to discuss her condition with family members only."
David steps forward. "Well, Henry is our grandson."
"Oh, so Ms. Mills is… your daughter?" He furrows his brow, not missing the lack of age difference in the three.
They look at each other. Mary Margaret huffs and looks back at the doctor. "Yes, she's our daughter-in-law. Our daughter took the flight with their son. She has no other family."
The doctor nods. "Very well then. Follow me back to her room, please."
Once in the room, the doctor gestures for them to sit. "She appears to have a cerebral contusion- a brain bruise. There is bleeding in the brain around the impact point. Now, she had to have hit her head rather hard for this to happen. You said she was thrown into a wall?"
David looks at Mary Margaret then nods to the doctor. "Our daughter experienced a traumatic event. It seems Regina caught her at a bad time, and Emma lashed out thinking she was re-experiencing the event. She pushed Regina before realizing it was her."
The doctor studies them then nods. "I need you to understand that Mrs. Mills will have to speak with a social worker about the incident when she regains consciousness."
Mary Margaret buries her face in her hand. "This would never happen in Storybrooke," she whispers to David.
He nods and rubs her back. "Unfortunately, here we are."
The doctor continues. "Once she regains consciousness, she will need to stay here until the bleeding stops to ensure there is no further swelling of the brain which can lead to more severe symptoms."
"Her vision?" David asks.
"The bruise is impacting the visual cortex in the occipital lobe. Once the bruise and the swelling decrease, her vision will return."
"How long will that take?" Mary Margaret asks.
"We won't really know until she wakes up."
"Well how long will that take?" Mary Margaret asks, concern rising in her voice.
The doctor places her folder in the file holder at the end of her bed. "Unfortunately, I cannot give you that answer. We are unable to see if the brain is still actively bleeding, just that there is blood and a bruise in the area. We will continue to run tests to check for a decrease in the level of blood. That will tell us whether her brain is healing or not. I'm sorry that I don't have more answers for you. A nurse will return soon to admit her to in-patient care." He exits the room.
"Oh, god," Mary Margaret drops her head on David's shoulder. "We have to tell Emma. She's going to hate me forever if I don't tell her."
David wraps his arms around her. "She'll understand Regina's wish to give Emma time to take care of herself."
"You know that's a lie," Mary Margaret scoffs.
David sighs and clenches his eyes shut.
The next morning, Emma bangs on Henry's door to wake him up then sets to make coffee. She pulls out her phone and calls Regina, but it goes to voicemail. She hangs up and tries again. No answer. She finishes making coffee and drops onto a barstool before trying a third time.
When the phone goes to voicemail, she sighs and waits to leave a message. "I'd say good morning, but this must mean you're still asleep. I'm going to try my hardest to take that as a good sign of healing. The lawyer will be here soon, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. I wish I could just hear your voice. Ugh, I'm sorry this isn't meant to be a guilt trip. Get some rest, babe. I'll call you after I go through the gauntlet. Wish me luck. I love you. Talk to you soon." She drops her phone on the counter.
She jumps a little when Henry pats her on the back. "Didn't mean to scare you," he says, stepping into the kitchen to dig through the fridge. "We should probably go to the store cause some of this is expired now."
"We'll go tonight," Emma responds, fiddling with her phone.
"Mom didn't answer?" he asks, leaning on the counter in front of her.
"Yeah, I guess she's just still sleeping. She looked awful at the airport."
He nods. "I know. I hope she's alright."
Emma shrugs. "I'm sure she is. My mom might despise her, but that doesn't mean she'd just let her suffer alone. All that goodness is still deep down somewhere for Regina."
"Little hard to see sometimes, but I agree." Henry makes himself a cup of coffee.
Emma looks up at him. "What are you doing?"
"Drinking coffee."
"Why?"
"Because I want to."
"Since when?"
Henry smiles. "Every morning after you leave for work."
Emma studies him. "Aren't you too young for coffee?"
"You do realize how old I actually am, right?"
"I haven't accepted it yet."
He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I've noticed."
A knock sounds on the door. They stare at each other.
"Want me to get it?" Henry offers.
Emma shakes her head and takes a deep breath. "No, I can do it." After a large sip of coffee, Emma goes to the door. She opens it. "Hi-" She stares at the incredibly gorgeous woman in front of her in a pant suit carrying a brief case. "Um, can I help you?"
"Ms. Swan?" she asks. When Emma nods, she extends her hand for a shake. "Genevieve Rogan. You may call me Gen. I was hired to be at your disposal."
Emma slowly shakes her hand. "You're my lawyer?"
Gen nods.
Emma's eyes scan over her body. "Regina hired you?"
"Yes. I have all of the correspondence from the HR discussions so that when you are ready, we can sit down with Human Resources and discuss the matter." When Emma simply stares at her, she raises an eyebrow. "Is there a problem, Ms Swan?"
"Does Regina know who you are? What you look like?"
"I'm not entirely sure where this is headed; however, yes she does. We have met in the past."
Emma nods. "It's just surprising with her history of… seeing me around attractive women and… making assumptions."
"Although I appreciate the compliment, I think it would be best to get to work."
"Right, yes. Come in. I just need to finish getting ready."
Gen follows her in and stands by the kitchen counter. Henry tries to cover up his laugh towards Emma when she glares at him.
Emma goes into her room and pulls out her phone to text Regina: Met Gen. Sure you don't have brain damage? ;)
She chuckles to herself and finishes getting ready.