Waking Up [SwanQueen]

Chapter Two - Regina, Tuesday 3pm

"What do you mean she had a brain hemorrhage? You mean her brain is bleeding?" Hook yelled in Whale's direction as his hands balled up into fists at his sides.

Whale simply nodded and quickly assured everyone that the bleeding had stopped but Emma got a concussion from the accident and will need to be monitored closely until she wakes up.

"And just how long will that be?" Regina spat back, impatient for the mother of her son to open her eyes.

Whale shrugged. "It could be a few hours, it could be a few days. It all depends on how fast Emma's body is able to heal from the damages. It doesn't help that she crashed into a telephone poll straight on and nobody knows how much time passed before Leroy found her car."

"I just don't understand what could have happened. She must've been distracted or something must have caused her to swerve her car off the road!" Snow began to grow upset and David engulfed her into his embrace.

Regina couldn't tear her eyes away as Hook walked up to Emma's bedside. He grabbed ahold of her hand before whispering, "Please wake up, love. There are lots of people here who need you." Regina's chest grew tighter, with recognition of just how true the pirate's quiet words were.

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Friday in the middle of the night:

Three days came and went and Emma was still lying in the hospital bed with her eyes shut. The entire crew remained by her side in shifts during all hours of the day, eager for the blonde to open her eyes.

The room was quiet aside from the steady beeping coming from the machines hooked up to Emma. Regina's dark eyes wandered around the room, taking in the scene of everyone asleep in chairs, aside from Henry who was curled up sleeping in the small bed next to Emma.

She took this moment of silence as a chance to go grab a drink from the vending machine outside. She slid her chair out slowly, trying to be as silent as possible to prevent waking one of the others and being forced to converse, then made her way to the door. As she reached for the handle, she heard a soft, muffled sound.

"R-Regina?"

Regina darted over to Emma's side. "Emma? Emma? Did you say something, dear?" She sounded much more eager than she'd care to admit and waited again for Emma to make a sound. After 10 more minutes of staring at the motionless blonde, she realized she must've imagined Emma calling her name.

As she walked into the hall, she couldn't shake the thoughts that were racing through her head. Something didn't feel right. She swore she heard Emma say her name earlier, but she knew it was impossible. As she slipped the dollar into the vending machine, she concluded that she was simply delusional from lack of sleep. She bent down to grab her root beer out of the machine and made her way back to the room, her stilettos clicking against the ceramic floor.

She pushed open the door and saw the room was the same way it had been when she left, with everyone asleep. She couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the sound of Hook snoring.

She plopped back down into her chair, knowing she needed to try and get some sleep. She tilted her head backward until the base of her neck felt the curve of the cold metal chair. She sighed, acknowledging her inability to get comfortable. She stood quietly and approached her son and Emma on the bed.

Regina reached down and brushed the stray hair out of the blonde's face, tucking it behind her ear then pulled the blanket up over her and Henry to make sure they were warm enough.

She stared down at the sight of Emma and Henry and couldn't help but let the grin escape that was fighting to show on her face. She leaned down and whispered into Emma's ear, "please wake up, Emma. Our son needs you." She waited a few moments and when all she heard was the beeping of the machines, she walked outside to get some fresh air and maybe some peace of mind.

As she pushed on the door and the brisk wind hit her face, Regina crinkled her nose and felt a shiver crawl up her spine. She wrapped her arms across her chest to fight the cold on this dark night.