Unexpected Situations
Chapter 1 The Emotions of Grief
-Graveyard Regina's POV-
Oh, Robin, what would I do without you? Throughout the gravesite service, I would stare at the coffin with my arm around Roland, holding one of his arrows tied to a white rose. Zelena had baby Robin and wrapped her arm around me for comfort. I felt empty, lost, and confused. The whole town is here, but where's Emma? Oh, Hook! She's grieving, too! Now look who's the idiot! After I snapped out of my stare, I realized the service was over, and all the Merry Men put an arrow on his coffin. After everyone placed a yellow rose on the coffin, I kissed the arrow and laid it to rest with the others. That was it. The emotions came at me like a curse hitting me square in the chest.
"Mom, are you okay?" Henry asked as he took my hand and squeezed it.
This was new. My stomach wasn't feeling right. I hope I don't have to throw up.
"Henry, I'm not sure how I'm feeling. I…"
Uh oh! I whisked myself away and into my bathroom at home. I made it just in time to empty my stomach contents in the toilet.
-Emma's POV-
I was alone, standing at Killian's grave while everyone was at Robin's funeral. I knew I should have been there for Regina, but my heart was here.
"Damn it, Killian! Why did you push me into the elevator, and you stayed behind? Why did you leave me all alone to face Hades? What am I supposed to do now? We were supposed to be building a life together. Now, I'm alone."
"No, you're not."
I turned around to see my Mom, Dad, and little Neil. I ran up to my Dad and hugged him. I just let the tears pour from my eyes. My heart was breaking into a million pieces. Mom scratched my back as I cried on Dad's shoulder.
"Oh, Emma, sweetheart, I know…"
"Mom, please, don't tell me you know how I feel because you don't! You didn't have the one you love stay behind in the Underworld for us to return to Storybrooke to defeat Hades! What is worse? I wasn't there for Regina! I wasn't there for my best friend who lost the love of her life! She finally got a chance to have a happy ending, and Hades took that away. So, I am going to ask this question. Do you really know how I feel?"
Snow was silent.
"I didn't think so."
I started to walk away, and Henry walked up to me.
"Ma." He embraced me for a while. "Thanks, kiddo. I'm sorry I wasn't there for your Mom."
"It's okay. She knows you're grieving, too. I will stay with Grandma and Grandpa tonight to give you two time alone."
I broke the embrace and smiled at him. "Thanks, kid. I love you."
"Love you, too."
I zipped up my red jacket and whisked away in a white cloud of smoke.
-Regina's POV-
Ugh, I've been throwing up since I returned from the cemetery. This shit is for the birds! If I wasn't puking my guts out, I was crying. Why am I such a mess? I changed out of my dress into my gray silk pajamas. I wonder if Emma feels just as bad as I do. I picked up my phone, found Emma in my contacts, and hesitated to push to call. I didn't want to bother her, but I needed to know if she was okay.
Emma: How are you?
Me: I'm an emotional mess. I cry, and I throw up.
Emma: You're throwing up? Are you sure you're alright?
Me: Call me.
My cell phone rang, and sure enough, it was Emma.
"Hello?"
"Regina, what's going on? Why are you throwing up?"
"I don't know. It started after the funeral finished, and everyone left. It was just Henry and me. While we were talking, I felt nauseated, and then it started coming up. If I'm not crying, I'm throwing up."
"Did you eat anything that may have upset your stomach?"
"If I eat anything, I throw it up."
"Your period is not about to start?"
"Emma, I haven't had a period in years! I'm passed all that."
"Well, there goes pregnancy."
"I took a potion to prevent all that, remember."
"Yes, but still. I'm trying to help you."
"I know. Thank you, Emma, for always being there for me when no one else is."
"I'll always be there for you."
I smiled, and my stomach began to churn. "Ugh, not again."
"Do you need me to come over? I can make some chicken noodle soup."
"No, you don't have to. I'm not going to force you to do anything. If you want to come over, you can. I won't keep anyone away like always when battling my emotions."
It was coming up. "Emma, I need to go." I hung up, ran into the bathroom, and made it just in time to vomit everything I ate and drank yesterday violently. After it all settled, I flushed it away. I attempted to stand, and my vision fell in and out. I got very lightheaded and fell. The moment I hit the floor, everything went black.
-Emma's POV-
I knocked on Regina's door, and no one answered. I took my phone out of my pocket and called her. Ring. Ring. Ring. "Hi, it's Regina. Leave a message, and I'll call you back." Beep.
"Regina, it's me. I'm outside your house, and you're not answering. I hope you're alright."
I hung up, and something didn't feel right. Shit! I disappeared in a white cloud and then reappeared inside the house. I briskly walked through the main floor.
"Regina! Regina! Damn it!"
Oh shit! I ran up the stairs taking two at a time.
"Regina!"
I found her bedroom, walked in, and saw her arm on the floor halfway out of the bathroom and halfway in the bathroom.
"Regina!"
I ran into the bathroom to find her passed out on the floor. I knelt and began to shake her.
"Regina, hey, come on. Talk to me! Regina!"
She's going to hate me for this. I picked her up and used magic to bring her to StoryBrooke Hospital.
-Regina's POV-
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Ugh, what the hell is that noise? I opened them to see a monitor showing my heartbeat and blood pressure. I moved my right arm to see a clear hose taped to my hand with a needle stuck in it. Who in the hell brought me to a hospital? I'm going to kill them!
"Regina?"
I turned my head to see who was talking to me, and I saw long blonde hair and a red leather jacket.
"Emma? Why in the hell am I here?"
"You never answered the door and didn't answer your phone when I tried to call you. I got into your house and found you passed out on the floor. You were so pale, and I got scared."
I opened my hand, and she took it.
"Even though I hate hospitals, thank you for looking out for me."
She smiled and answered, "You're welcome. Dr. Whale said you're dehydrated, so that's why you're hooked up to an IV. He also took blood to do a blood analysis to see what caused you to dehydrate."
I smiled and joked, "Mighty big word for you, Sheriff."
She laughed and shook her head. "I see we're back to Madam Mayor and Sheriff again."
We laughed, and I realized we still had our hands linked together. She looked down and noticed why I was looking at our hands. The moment we let go, I suddenly felt nauseous again. I retook hold of her hand, and the nausea went away.
"Regina, are you okay?"
"When I let go of your hand, I'm nauseated again, but when I hold your hand, I'm fine. I don't understand."
Dr. Whale walked in and pulled up a rolling chair to the side of the bed facing me.
"Emma, I forgot to close the door. Could you?"
She let go of my hand, and it was coming up.
"Trash can!"
He grabbed a trash can, and sure enough, I dry-heaved. Nothing came up. Emma took my hand, and the nausea went away.
Dr. Whale began as I adjusted myself back to a sitting position, "Well, I have the results of your blood work. You're not sick."
"Thank God!" I sighed in relief then Emma asked, "Well if she's not sick, what's wrong with her? This is not part of the grieving process! That I know for sure."
"No, Emma, vomiting is not part of the grieving process; however, excessive crying could make someone sick enough to vomit. In Regina's case, that's not why she vomited so much that she became severely dehydrated."
I couldn't take it anymore. I demanded answers. "Damn it, Whale, just say it! Why am I so sick?"
"Because you're pregnant."
Emma and I looked at Whale like he was insane. We both asked, "What?"
