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Emmaknockedon Gold's door - repeatedly - saying, "Gold, open up! It's important!" Outside stood Henry, Mary Margret and David, Camilla was in David's arms - still unconscious.
What had worried them was the fact that it seemed as if Camilla was getting a lot worse than what she was. Her skin paled and the blood that still coated her lips was more noticeable on her pale skin.
Gold then opened the door asking, "What the hell do you want at this time of the night?"
They all didn't say anything, yet all their eyes went on Camilla. It was then that Gold had opened the door wider for them to come in. They hurried in as quickly as they could which slightly worried the man though he'd hate to admit it.
"I'll repeat myself again, what do you want?" Gold asked yet again with a small sigh.
"Your daughter, she's sick." Mary Margret bluntly told.
"And frankly, I'm surprised that you're not trying to spend some time with her considering her condition." David spoke.
Gold gave David a look as he then spoke, "There's nothing of which I can do, magic doesn't work on her, I should know, I cast the spell on her."
"Then undo it!" Emma snapped, "She's your daughter, for god sake!"
Camilla then managed to fall from David's grasp in complete pain, her body felt as if it couldn't move, everything felt tight as if she was trapped. Camilla let out a painful hiss as she scrunched her eyes shut.
"Fuck sake!" Camilla growled.
"Cam, are you okay?" Mary Margret asked.
"Oh you know, never better." Camilla sarcastically told. After a few more moments, the pain was gone, she weakly rose with the help of David.
"Gold, if you're keeping anything from us, please just say it now or your daughter's life will be in your hands." Emma told.
Camilla then looked around as her eyebrows knitted together, "Why on earth are we at Gold's house? This is the man who would willingly let me die."
"Gold might be able to help you with you-know-what." Mary Margret told.
Camilla let out a bitter laugh, "You seriously think that the Dark One's magic will be able to help me, who - by the way - is cursed of which many people have died from and have tried to look for a magical solution for but have failed because the only way to break this blasting thing is true love. And if you haven't notice Peter Pan isn't in this realm, and there's no way to get to where he is."
