Run Down

The Friend

"Where were you last night?" Emma asked and even through the phone, Regina knew she was smirking.

"I'm at the hospital-"

"Oh my god, Regina are you okay?"

"Yeah, I mean I got hit by a car, but I'll live." Her voice sounded pathetic even to her own ears, but could anyone really blame her?

"Okay, I'll be there in twenty minutes." Before she could protest, Emma added, "I know you'll say you're fine but I'm coming anyway." which made her smile. She might not have much in the way of family, but Emma Swan made up for it. She'd moved in next door to Regina about two years ago, and while the pair didn't exactly get along to start with (Regina remembers vaguely an incident with a chainsaw and an apple tree), Emma was now the closest thing she had to a best friend.

Regina placed her phone on the bed next to her palm as a man in a white coat walked into the room, clipboard in hand.

"Miss Mills, good morning, I'm Dr. Whale." She nodded and just about managed to sit herself upright without further aggravating her aching body. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore." She said, moving her hand to the gash on her forehead subconsciously. "But it could be worse."

"Indeed it could. You were hit pretty hard, you must be one resilient woman." And Regina scoffed a laugh because he didn't know the half of it. "You've suffered a mild concussion. We'd like to keep you in over night for observation but hopefully you'll be able to leave tomorrow; day after at the latest."

"Thank you. So no damage done then?" She asked, distracted by the throbbing in her head which had started to make her a bit dizzy. The doctor laughed and shook his head, reassuring her that everything was fine and she really was very lucky.

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Dr. Whale had left and a few minutes passed, leaving Regina alone with her pounding headache that wouldn't leave even when she notched up the pain relief medication connected to her by another wire tube. But then she heard it, the familiar voice of a blonde woman, asking where she could find Regina Mills.

"She's in that room there."

"Awesome, thanks." Regina rolled her eyes, professionalism wasn't a quality held highly by Emma. She watched the door and sure enough, she bounded into the room, holding a bag behind her legs.

"How you holding up?" She asked, dropping into the chair at the side of her bed.

"You know, I think I've been asked how I'm doing more times in the past twenty four hours than I have in the rest of my life." Regina smirked, her snark in no way affected by her head injury. "But to answer your question, I'm fine." She smiled and then Emma lifted the bag onto her bed.

She pulled out a tub of ice cream and two spoons, grinning and wiggling an eyebrow as she handed one over. Regina laughed, prising the lid away from the frozen treat.

"I knew we were friends for a reason." She said and Emma swatted her arm with the spoon; Regina told her it's wrong to harm the sick, lifting a hand to her heart with mock-innocence. "Sick my ass, you're eating chunky monkey." They both laughed and dug in, Regina feeling more like herself again and less like the bed-ridden invalid this place made her feel.