Lana Parrilla Saved Me

Was that a bad thing, or a good thing?

Lana's pov

I spent the rest of the week worried sick about Christie. It started to bring on full blown anxiety attacks. I would over think Christie being in a situation that I would make up in my head and then get breathless and sweaty. I knew deep down that she was the safest she had ever been in that hospital, but I wished I was there to look after her. I felt such a mothering instinct for her. She was like the daughter I never had. I guess you're all finding it weird that I haven't mentioned Fred or the boys much. Yes, obviously they were back in Vancouver and I was in England but I spoke to them all everyday. I couldn't go a day without them. They are the people who kept me going strong for the family. Also, it was very lucky that all the time I had with Christie was all the time I had off work. We had just finished shooting season 4 of Once Upon a Time. We had no contact whatsoever with Christie but we were entitled to have constant updates on her progress if we wanted to. We were told she was getting close with this one boy called Ellis and I was happy that she had found someone she felt like she could confide in. I'm all for gender rights and equalities because I am a spokeswoman for LGBTQ+, but I did wonder why there were boys in with girls. It turned out it was because they were all minors and still teenagers, so there were no legal requirements to separate boys and girls. Obviously they didn't sleep in the same room though. It was good that she was making friends but I just didn't want her becoming dependent on them because they were in for similar reasons to her so I didn't think it would've been good for her recovery. I didn't want her to feed off their negative thoughts. Late one afternoon, Christie's mum, dad and I were sitting down for an early dinner. We were chatting about what we had done that day, we got a phone call from hospital. It startled us more than usual because the daily phone calls about her progress were normally later than that. We all look at each other, worried. Christie's dad picked up his phone and tapped the green accept button.

'Hello?' Her dad said as he frowned. Someone on the other end of the phone spoke and although I couldn't make out when they said, I did think it was something bad. Her dad's eyes became glass like, and I had never seen that before. He dropped the phone and said nothing. Was that a bad thing, or a good thing?