Swan queen and number 4 but make it angsty? Haha
*sighsdeeply* Ok, this one was interesting. Not as interesting as llama hell butstill interesting Xd Thanks for the prompt, hope you like it.
Set in: After the fight between Zelena andRegina back in 3x16 since Regina can be a sorceress all you want but she gotthrown into the clock tower and that’s not good for anyone’s health.
Slight changes in canon: Since Regina doesn’tgo to pick her heart is Robin who eventually goes back to Storybrooke with it,hence not getting it stolen by Zelena later on. Just adding that bit in case I’masked about continuity xd.
“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you amassage?”
Emmagrowled inwardly at the fact that her voice broke a little at the end, that shestuttered at the beginning, that she found herself at loss as she leant on thedoorway of the hospital’s bedroom with her hands deep on her pockets of herjacket with nothing to really do but being clenched into tight fists. She hatedhow she felt, useless, so useless, as Regina glanced at her from the bed, superficialcuts on her arms all that more obvious now that she was in a hospital gown.
They had firstbelieved she was okay when they had climbed the tower, the cutting words of howshe was still alive making Emma almost smile; the sarcastic tone one she hadwelcomed it as she had felt like screaming when Zelena had thrown her into theglass of the clock. However, that relief had been short lived as the brunettehad grown pale the moment she had tried to stand up, blood beginning to oozefrom her nose as her magic sparkled around her, trying to repair the damagethat had been done.
For areason, one Emma hadn’t found until Whale had tried to simply check Regina’svitals, the magic didn’t seem to truly be working as it should and Regina hadswayed, almost losing consciousness as Emma moved forward, catching her just intime, beanie askew and the burning need to ask for the brunette to hold on.Which Regina, who had kept a physical distance ever since Emma had returned,seemed to welcome.
Now Emmastared as Regina attempted something close to a snort, one that wasn’t dignifiedand that spoke of the tiredness obvious on her eyes.
“I doubt amassage is going to do me any goods, Miss Swan.”
Emmapressed her lips together at the answer, at the title the brunette had used. Itbugged her, prodding at threads she didn’t feel ready to look at yet and so sheshrugged before taking a step inside the room, eyes wandering momentarilytowards the chair near the bed in where Henry had forgotten his coat after thefew minutes he had been able to spend there before being carried out by Snow,neither of them truly knowing what to do other than wait. Taking a seat at the chairand folding the coat on her knees, the blonde glanced at her hands, now pressedagainst the fabric; the same burning realization of how useless she had beenback at the fight now doubled tenfold.
“I shouldlet you sleep.” She said as seconds ticked by, but she didn’t move from herspot, not really wanting to leave. She had felt the same pull back at the waitingroom; mindlessly walking through the corridors and stopping just shy from thedoor as she pondered what to do. She still didn’t know why she was there, whatshe could say to Regina to make her feel better, to make her feel like she hadher back, but she wished she could do something, anything. Rising her gaze, shefocused on brown eyes that were staring at her quizzically, purple still sparklingthere but still far too faint, far too lavender rather than deep purple.
“Maybe.”The brunette’s answer had the same thickness Emma felt coating the back of herthroat; almost as if Regina was also wondering why she was there too; sittingnext to her bed. Not like they weren’t friends -where they? - not like Emmadidn’t have reasons to worry, but this; being there, in the hospital, waitingfor the other to recover, wasn’t something they had that many experiences todrag from.
Perhaps itwas that, Emma considered, her thoughts scattered, jumbled, they were used tothe fast pace of action, of things happening one after the other with barelyenough time to truly breathe and consider the impact of decisions they made andnow, in the middle of chaos, having this moment felt like something that woulddissolve the second she looked at it too much. Nibbling at her bottom lip, sheshook her head minutely before focusing on Regina once more, on the gashes shewas able to discern, on the ones she was vaguely aware that existed even if thegown covered them.
“It was asmart move to not bring your heart.” The words hung heavy on her lips and shenibbled at them before continuing, not letting Regina to say anything. “Robinbrought it to us, I… do you want him to keep it?”
She didn’tunderstand why she felt so exposed at the question, so tired, but she stillfelt the weight on her shoulders as she blinked before zeroing on Regina’sexpression, on how the brunette’s facial muscles jumped and quivered.
There wasanother thing there, snuggly hiding itself on her own chest, one she didn’twant to say even if the doubt was one that kept on prodding, on burning herinsides.
“I could have protected it too.”
And neithershe or Regina did that sort of thing, they weren’t like that, but Emma had feltat loss when the man had appeared, bow still draw and a familiar reddish glowon his hand. She had almost lunged at him and if it hadn’t been for Snow’sgentle words she would probably had. And that alone, that immediate reaction,was one that made her close her eyes and take a few breaths before opening themagain, magic seeping through her pores, reacting to emotions she didn’t want toeven acknowledge.
The use ofher name made her gasp and Regina almost smiled a little at that before shestopped the motion, eyes dark and suddenly devoid of the purple from before.
“I knew youwere going to be at the fight. I needed someone that couldn’t get… caught inthe middle of it.”
It didn’tanswer to Emma’s question, the one she had asked outload, but it answered, evenbarely, the other one and Emma almost felt ashamed of how easy was for Reginato read her. Not like it felt all that surprising, she guessed, she herselfcould always know when or if the brunette herself was lying. Which broughtanother, very difficult problem between them; why. But that, she guessed, wasn’tgoing to be discussed, not tonight, at least.
“Do youwant it back?” She asked, pretending to not have heard Regina’s explanation,not wanting to dwell onto it, on how it stung, on how it piled up to theprevious feeling of uselessness. Zelena had called it inflated ego and she wasbeginning to wonder if the redhead wasn’t incorrect. The savior was merely atitle; she lacked every bit of magic knowledge that could help, that wouldalways be needed and there it now laid Regina, with wounds and blood andtiredness scribbled on her body like ink.
She wasacutely aware of the sigh that run through the older woman’s body but, for asharp second, she felt relieved that Regina’s feelings were muted, dormant, asthe brunette didn’t push.
“Once I’mback in full health, yes.”
Emma noddedsharply and stood, Henry’s coat pressed against her front as she hugged herselfwith it. She needed to go, she realized, she needed to go and think and…
Stopwanting to tell Regina how she had been the first thing she had remembered whenher memories had been restored.
“I’ll letyou sleep.” This time, however, she actually followed the idea, walking towardsthe door, steps mechanic, unnatural as her boots squeaked against the floor.
Regina didn’tsay anything to that and when Emma turned momentarily she found the brunette’seyes focused in one corner of the room, painfully and obviously pretending tofeign she wasn’t there anymore.
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