The Lost Girl, Now Found

11) 3 Days

Slight Trigger Warning: Abuse

Emma's POV

I don't know how long I've been here, I'm not ready to give up hope... not yet. Every time that I try to sleep, Walsh comes in and kicks me awake. I've been too scared to sleep, but I refuse to be his victim again. I've found that he moves me every few hours, probably to avoid being detected. 

After what had to be hours of trying to stay awake, I dozed off. I woke up to Walsh kicking me, over and over, which caused me to grunt in pain. "Please Walsh, j-just stop" I said to him, refusing to let myself cry, by keeping my eyes glued shut.

"Shut up Emma!" He yelled, obviously pissed off, then he continued kicking me, until I heard a familiar voice, and Walsh stopped. 

"Hey!!!" It was David, he... he found me. "Get the hell away from her!!" He yelled, protectively, like a father would... which makes since, since he is my father. Then I heard noises, it sounded like they were fighting, I just couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. When everything went quiet, I had to open my eyes, I had to make sure my dad was okay. 

"David, we did it! We found her" I heard Mary Margaret say, then my eyes opened and tears escaped my eyes, I believe I saw Mary Margaret kiss him, then there was what looked like a colored wave of air or something. "Oh my God... Charming?" 

"Snow?" My vision is somewhat blurred from the tears, but I believe she nodded her head. Did the curse break?

"I'd hate to ruin the moment... But would you guys mind cutting these damn ropes off of me?" 

"Emma..." They both ran over to me and cut the ropes off my wrists. 

"I knew you guys would find me" I said to them, then I realized that Mary Margaret was crying, so I hugged them both tightly, and David cradled my head, as usual, until I broke the hug. "Henry... I need to get out of here and see my damn son" after I realized that I used the word son out loud, I scanned the area for Walsh, but he was gone. "Where the hell did he go?! Did he hear me call Henry my son?!" I was freaking out and panicking. 

David calmly put his hands on my shoulders. "Emma, breathe" I do as he says and take a deep breathe. "We are going to get out of here, but it's gonna take a little while"

"How long is a little while??"

"Well, it took us 3 days to find you"

"How long was I gone?!"

"3 days Emma" Mary Margaret told me. 

"You guys have been down here looking for me for 3 days?"

"Of course we have Em, we love you!" Mary Margaret told me, I responded with a weak smile. 

"Well let's get out of here" I start to walk and I almost fell, but I tried to play it off by leaning up against the walls, but it doesn't work, because the next thing I know, my dad is picking me up. "Put me down"

"No" he told me sternly.

"What do you mean no? Why not?" I asked him, frustrated. 

"Emma, you can't walk without leaning on the wall for support"

Oh, he noticed that. "What? That's- Whatever" I roll my eyes, which causes both of them to laugh. "How is this funny?"

"Well the situation is obviously not funny, it's just that you're just like your mother sometimes"

"How? I wanna know"

"Snow, would you like to tell the story?"

"Well, it was shortly after your father and I met" she started telling me the story.

31 years ago (Snow's POV)

I had just saved Charming's ass from the trolls on the bridge, but before I could throw the black fairy dust on the last one, he threw his sword at my leg, it didn't cut me badly, I could definitely still walk, or so I thought. 

I started to walk, then I almost fell, but I caught my self on the side of the bridge, then I started walking again, only now I was using the bridge for support. I hoped Charming didn't see it though, and it was false hope because he did. Before I knew it, this prince was carrying me bridal style. "What the heck? Put me down!"

"Why? So you can slow us down? Not gonna happen lady"

"That's- whatever" I rolled my eyes at him, even though he was right. "And for the record, I'm a princess, and calling me lady like that, very disrespectful"

"Yes, I know, you're princess Snow White. Wanted for crimes against the queen, also known as your stepmother" I rolled my eyes at him again. "Crimes like Murder, treason, and treachery" 

"All bogus crimes!"

"And why does your stepmother hate you so much?" He asked me, being extremely nosy. 

"And why do you care so much?"

"You owe me, you left a scar on my face" he said referring to a tiny cut on his chin. 

"It's barely noticeable, get over it Charming"

Present Time (Emma's POV)

"I still have that scar, look" he said, referring to a really small, unnoticeable scar on his chin, which earned him a laugh from me. "What? I do!"

"Charming... It's been 31 years, get over it" 

After trying to find our way out of here for almost 3 days, according to David, we should be out of this place in about an hour. He still refuses to put me down because of my slight inability to walk, I don't see how a few bruises on my stomach stops me from walking, but whatever. "Um... So can you put me down now?"

"No, but you can take a nap" he told me.

"I don't need a nap" I remarked, which earned very skeptical looks from both of them. "Look you guys, I'm fine, I just wanna go home"

"We're taking you to the hospital Em" my... Mary Margaret told me.

"I don't need to go to the hospital, I'm fine"

"Em, we've been down here for almost 3 days, and I haven't seen you close your eyes, not even once" My dad told me.

"Not true, I've blinked like a lot" I told them jokingly, and got a smile out of them both. Then my stomach started hurting... a lot more than it was hurting already, it was like a sharp pain, and it caused me to wince in pain, uncontrollably, then their smiles quickly faded. 

"Emma? What's wrong??" They both asked me in unison. 

"Nothing, I'm-" I was interrupted by another sharp pain, so I gave up on the 'fine' routine. "My stomach" was all I managed to say because of the amount of pain I was in. 

"Charming put her down" he does as she says, then she points the flashlight down at me and lifts my shirt up. "Charming, we have to get her out of here. Now!"

"W-what's going on?" She was about to answer me, then I started coughing up blood. "Oh"

My dad picked me up and started running, and we were out of there sooner than expected, next thing I know, we were running down the streets of Storybrooke and into the hospital.

He put me in a bed, but when the doctors and nurses started touching my stomach, I totally flipped out and my parents had to calm me down, but my dad literally had to hold me down. "Emma, calm down, you need to calm down, so the doctors can help you" my mom told me.

"They- they're gonna put me to sleep... I-I can't go to sleep... I can't"

"Sweetie, you have no choice. They won't able to help you if they don't put you under" My mom cupped my cheeks. "Do you trust me?" I nod my head "Then let the doctors put you under" I nod my head again and calm down and I let the doctors put me to sleep.

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