I'll Give My All To You (COMPLETE)

NINETEEN

Hello my lovelies! Look, I know I crushed your hearts. I know that this chapter will also probably crush your hearts. Do I regret it? A little... The next few chapters are in Regina's point of view, just to let you know! I love you all! Viva la Swan Queen! 

"Mother?" I call down the spiral of stairs. My feet embed into the hard tiles as I land at the bottom of the staircase. 

"Regina!" My mother calls back, her voice shaking and she sounds out of breath. My eyebrows knit together and I rush to the kitchen to find my mother and father abruptly standing up from their seats at the counter. "We need to leave," she sternly says, tears in her eyes and a dip in her voice. She grabs my hands and pulls me towards the front door. 

"What? Why?" I ask, confusion twirling in my head. My heart begins to pound as I look into my father's glossy eyes. 

"It's Emma," he whispers, grabbing my forearm. 

"What do you mean?" I breathe out. "What's wrong with Emma?" I begin to shake as my mother slips on her shoes. 

"She was in an accident," my mother responds. My breathing hitches in my throat and my heart begins to pump profusely. 

"How?" I ask, shaking my head, trying to stop the tears from falling. I begin to slip on my shoes as my mother explains. 

"Neal was behind the wheel apparently," she begins and I snap my head up to look at her. The tears don't stop but my face washes over in anger. Neal? I clench my jaw over and over again until it feels as if my teeth are going to crack under the pressure. 

"Why the hell was she with Neal?" I ask, as we begin to make our way towards the car. 

"I think they were going out," my father says as he opens the driver's door and squeezes into the small seat that usually holds my mother. 

My eyes widen. "Like on a date?!" My tears stop and my face is washed over with nothing but jealousy and anger as my father puts the car in reverse. 

"Darling," my mother says, turning to me from the passenger seat, "we do not have time to worry about what they were doing, right now all we need to do is get to the hospital to support her parents. Can you do that?" my mother asks, looking me in my chocolate brown eyes.  Can I do that? I ask myself. The love of my life might be dead because of her stupid ex and it's all my fault. I blamed her for something stupid that we probably should have done together in the first place. Her light laugh fills my ears and I begin to reminisce about the past few months. 

"My mother is going to be home any minute," she whispered, sending chills down my spine. 

I smirk. "Then we'll just have to make it fast," I growl and begin placing kisses up her neck. Her dainty fingers find my blouse and begin to open the small buttons. I find her lips and she halts her movements to return the kiss. Her tongue invades my mouth as I press her into the couch. 

I pull away as I hear something coming from the kitchen. No. Not the kitchen. I jump off of the blonde as the door opens to allow Mary Margaret inside. "Hi girls," she says as she places her purse on the counter. 

"Um, hey mom," Emma says, trying to play it cool. I snort and slap her bicep. She begins to play with her unruly hair as I look back at Mary Margaret. Her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline and she walks towards us with a look of suspicion. 

"What's going on?" She asks, placing her hand on her hip. 

"Nothing," we say in unison. 

"Are you guys doing drugs?!" Her eyes widen which causes me and Emma to fall to the floor. 

"Mom, no," Emma says in between giggles. 

Emma's giggle brings me back as I look up at my mother. "Yes," I answer. "I can do that." 

*****

"Thank you so much for coming," David greets us at the door, to bring us up to the waiting room on the third floor.

 Once we arrive to the room, Mary Margaret rises from her cushioned chair and powers off her phone. My mother embraces her in a hug and my father rubs her back in reassurance. "Have you heard anything?" my mother asks, pulling away from the petite brunette. 

"No, they've had her in surgery for the passed hour and a half. Umm..." she breaks her sentence to suck the snot up her nose. "she came in with a shattered clavicle and a part of her pelvis is broken I think." Her eyes are bloodshot and her nose is a deep pink. 

"Mary Margaret," I begin as I step towards her. She pulls back and winces.

"This is all your fault," she growls. 

"What?" My mother and I question in unison. 

"You heard me. The only reason she left with him was because of you." Her face turns cold. 

"Mary Margaret, there is no need for this," my mother says, her eyes squint at the petite woman. 

"No, Emma got in that car with Neal because she was trying to get over Regina. That clearly didn't work because now, she might not live!" Mary Margaret was furious. Her bloodshot eyes are even more red now and tears begin to flow from her eyes. 

"Regina didn't do anything wrong! Emma's the one-" Mary Margaret steps closer to my mother and cuts her words. 

"Of course! It's always back to Emma with you, isn't it?"

"Mary Margaret, Emma is the one who decided to let Regina risk everything without even mentioning their relationship to you! Emma is the one who started this relationship by kissing my daughter. So yes, it does always wind back to Emma, because it's Emma's. Fault." My mother is livid. Her voice is on the edge of it's breaking point and tears begin to well up in her eyes. 

"Mother," I whisper, trying to get her attention. She turns to me with glossy eyes and I watch her get blurry in my own line of vision. I turn to Emma's mother as I wipe my eyes before tears even begin to fall. "Mary Margaret, this conversation has no meaning. We can sit here and argue over whose fault this is, or we can hold on to each other and wait for Emma to pull through. It's your choice, really," my jaw clenches as the words leave my mouth. It isn't her choice. This conversation is pure bull shit and she knows it. 

I look to my father and David who stand in the corner of the room, giving the ladies the floor. His eyes glisten with tears and his arms are crossed, trying to show how tough he is; he's trying not to cry. My eyes land on David who is mimicking his actions, only, his tears are falling. He's letting them fall as he slowly breaks apart.  

As Mary Margaret is about to speak, a woman in scrubs enters the room, causing us all to stop our actions and look up. "I'd like to speak to the immediate family of Emma Swan-Nolan?" It's more of a question than a demand and my blood begins to boil with fear. I watch as David and Mary Margaret are pulled into a small cubed room to discuss privately with the nurse. She begins talking as David clutches his wife close and the petite woman wraps her arms around his frame. The fawn haired woman stutters as she speaks the next few words and I watch as Mary Margaret falls in her husbands arms and tears begin to roll down her cheeks. 

The woman leaves the room, causing me to sprint towards the couple. "What did she say?" I ask, tears beginning to form in my eyes. Mary Margaret shakes her head and reaches her hand out for me to take. Right now, it doesn't matter whose fault it is that Emma's here. It just matters who is here for her in the end. The small woman pulls me into her and David's embrace, their body heat pressing against me as I invade their personal bubble. 

"We need to stop arguing and focus on Emma," she starts. 

"What did she say, Mary Margaret?" I ask, biting my blood red lip. 

She's too sad to speak and the sobs are stopping her voice from speaking so David speaks for her. "Regina, Emma might not make it out of the surgery." And just like that my world shatters. 

Please don't hate me! I promised Swan Queen will be endgame and I always keep my promises... most of the time...