"Where the hell could he be?" Emma barked. The weather certainly wasn't making it easy for her to search for Henry. Also, it didn't help that she had to run all the way across town, too. She was going to find her birth son no matter what, though.

"Regina!" she shouted, hoping the brunette would have better luck finding Henry. There was no reply, and the rain wasn't letting up. Just her luck. Suddenly, a scream pierced the air, and Emma knew it was the mayor's voice.

"Emma!" The blonde quickly pinpointed the cry and raced towards the Toll Bridge. She took a minute to look around before checking under the bridge itself. What she saw made her blood go cold.

"Regina!" Emma cried, rushing over to the broken figure in the flowing water. "Oh my god," Emma breathed, seeing the state she was in.

"No, no, no, no," Emma chanted shakily, "I love you."

Emma stumbled back, traumatized by the sight. Snapping out of her shocked daze, she crouched low next to the mayor, a sob escaping her lips as she got a better look at the woman. Her stomach flopped when she saw that her normally pristine clothes were soaked through and ruffled. Several strands of hair stuck to her forehead while the majority flowed behind her. Regina's body was twisted in painful-looking angles, and the left side of her face was bruised. Streaks of blood splattered across the stones, the water snaking its way under the woman was tinted red. Her hands trembled as she brought her hand to the back of Regina's head, trying to cover the wound, trying to compress it so the blood wouldn't escape. She was confused when she didn't feel the familiar stickiness of the excretion. Trailing her hand down the woman's arm, she found the source of blood. A large gash created by a jagged rock displayed itself on Regina's left arm. Emma tested Regina's pulse point. A faint throbbing spread through her fingers and the sheriff bit her lip. The beat was fading, and it just didn't feel like enough.

"No. You can't do this to me!" Emma screamed, falling back on her legs and slipping into the shallow water. She cried out, struggling to lift herself up, too defeated to rise. "There's so much I didn't get to say to you," she whimpered.

"I love you, Regina," she breathed as her eyes stung with tears, "I love you."

She couldn't help but devastate herself with thoughts of telling Regina too late. She had missed her opportunity and had taken it for granted. With her hair immersed in the stream, Emma wept, feeling more helpless than ever. Her head snapped up when she heard shouting, and saw bursts of light from behind the trees.

"Help!" Emma croaked, managing to lift her head. A group of people marched their way through the thin columns of wood and she was relieved to see David and Mary Margaret, Dr. Whale, and Michael, followed by a small group of recognizable faces. Emma battered her body as she crawled next to Regina and protectively wrapped her arms around her. Her friends made their way quickly towards the couple.

Out of the corner of her blurry eyes, she could make out a lanky, hobbling silhouette leaving the scene in the moonlight. There was only one person who fit that description. In that instance, she knew that somehow, Mr. Gold, was the cause of Regina's injuries. She heard the distinct click of a cane and the rage inside her bubbled up. She though about charging over to the swindler and beating the living crap out of him. But thinking twice, she was determined to get Regina help.

"Emma, what's going on?" Mary Margaret asked worriedly, surprised to see the sheriff with the mayor.

"Help her," Emma whispered.

"What're you ta-"

"Help her!" the sheriff howled. Dr. Whale scurried over and kneeled beside her. After examining quickly, he stood up and waved several men over.

"She still has a large chance of survival, but we need to get her in the emergency room now," Dr. Whale barked as the men hastened to the fallen woman.

"Hey, what's going on? Get out of my way! Move!" Henry's tiny voice commanded as he meandered his way through the crowd. As he pushed himself out in front of the people, he couldn't comprehend what he saw.

"Mom?" the boy squeaked, desperately glancing at Emma, who still had tears streaming down her face.

"Emma? That's my mom."

"Yeah, Henry. I know."

"Who did that to her?" Henry cried.

"Henry, listen. We don't know. I found her like that."

"She's bleeding. Why is she bleeding, Emma?" He sounded so lost.

"Henry, don't look," Emma told him, holding him as he buried his face into her arms. Her heart dropped as she felt the salty dampness of tears smudge against her arms. If Gold did this, he was going to pay.

"She's bleeding," Henry sobbed. Emma stroked his hair, crying herself.

"Dr. Whale is going to fix her. They're going to make her all better. Okay, Henry?" Emma told him.

"I didn't tell her," Henry mumbled, his heart hurting. Emma stared down at the top of his head, a quizzical look on her face.

"What did you wanna tell her, Henry?" Emma asked. He sniffled against her stomach before looking up at Emma and wiping his nose on his shirt sleeve.

"That I'm sorry. That I love her," Henry choked and Emma began to rub circles on his back. Yeah, you and me both, kid, she thought.

"Even if she's the E-"

"Emma, I don't care if she's the Evil Queen. I want my mom back."

Regina's eyes fluttered open and she groaned, straining her eyes against the lighting. Bringing her fingers to pinch the bridge of her nose, she was surprised to find a blonde woman and a brown-haired kid staring at her with huge smiles on their faces.

"Um... hi," Regina mumbled, "Who are you? What am I doing here?" The smiles fell from the pair's mouths. The blonde woman's pretty face twisted in concern. Edging over to Regina, she brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"W-what do you mean?" she stuttered, "Regina, it's me. It's Emma."

"Is that my name? Has a nice ring to it. Who's the kid?" Regina asked groggily. Why couldn't she remember anything?

"This is Henry, your son," Emma trembled, confused about Regina's behavior.

"Hi, Mom," Henry said softly, a slight grin played out on his lips. Regina stared at him for a second before bursting out into a wild fit of laughter. The two looked on in bewilderment, wondering what was so funny. Regina's laughter subsided and she sighed in contentment, wiping a tear of amusement from her eye.

"Ha! You had me going there for a second. But no, sorry, that's impossible. I don't have a son," Regina chuckled, but when she saw the horror-stricken expressions on the pair's face she added, "But it was a good try!" That didn't erase the looks. The blonde woman, Emma, Regina supposed, leaned over and clutched her hand.

"What?" Regina asked blandly.

"You... you really don't remember us?" Emma questioned, afraid of the answer.

"Should I?" Regina replied, unsure of what she should say. Emma looked down at Henry, before quickly ushering him out of the room without an explanation.

"Sorry. One second, kid," Emma said, closing the door before Henry had a chance to speak. Checking that the vicinity was free of any hospital staff, Emma turned back to Regina.

"Do you remember where you are?" Emma asked.

"Judging by the words on this pamphlet, I'd have to say the hospital in Storybrooke, Maine?" Regina said, inspecting a brochure left on her bedside table. She smiled cheekily. Something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong here. Regina Mills never smiles cheekily.

"This is bad. This is really really bad," Emma said, pacing the floor.

"Look, just tell me why I'm in a hospital," Regina said. The blonde gave an exasperated sigh before stopping in front of the mayor.

"You fell because Rumpelstiltskin pushed you over the Toll Bridge because you just had to enact some goddamn Dark Curse and take everyone away from the Enchanted Forest because Snow White ruined true love for you because your mom killed Daniel and you just wanted a happy ending," Emma almost shouted, resulting in another quizzical look from Regina.

"Ohhhhhkayyyyy then..." Regina said, "Are you sure that I'm the one that's supposed to be in a hospital?"

"Oh so now you're making jokes. This is great. Just so fucking great."

"Well, wasn't yours a joke?" Regina asked. Emma froze in place.

"No... you don't even remember before Storybrooke? You don't remember the people you ki- the things you did?" Emma interrogated, an uneasy feeling settling in her stomach.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," Regina stated. There was a knock on the door and Dr. Whale peeked in.

"Emma, Henry came and got me. I left him with David, if that's alright with you. He told me that... ah! Mayor Mills. So happy to see you awake and well, ma'am. Our analysis shows that you'll be able to leave this week," he said, grinning. Regina looked at Emma, waiting for a response. Both eyes were on the mayor, and the brunette realized that the doctor was addressing her.

"Oh, you were talking to me?" she said to Dr. Whale, who gave a slow, uncertain nod.

"Wait," she continued, "Mayor Mills? I'm the mayor?" Dr. Whale glanced at Emma.

"Is... is she joking?" he asked, but he already knew the answer. Emma almost chuckled at the same question she had asked Sidney Glass. It was only fitting that she replied the same way.

"She never jokes," Emma said before her mood darkened, "Dr. Whale, can we talk outside?" The man visibly paled before nodding slowly. Tightly clutching his arm, she dragged him towards the door.

"We'll be right back," Emma told Regina, flashing the woman her most charming grin. The brunette merely nodded, already frustrated with her loss of memory. Emma quietly closed the door, but when she turned to Dr. Whale, there was a murderous glint in her eyes. Crossing her arms, she stared at the man.

"What the fuck, Whale?" she began, "You told me she was fine. Now I find her awake and she doesn't even remember who I am?"


"Don't 'Emma' me, dammit! You saw her. She doesn't remember a thing. Not this town, not me, not even Henry."

"Sheriff, our readings showed that..."

"Fuck the readings! Screw the goddamn readings. You told me there would be no repercussions. You said she'd be as good as new."

"With all due respect Sheriff, I saved that woman's life. Without me, she'd be dead. And what did you do? You sat there and cried," Dr. Whale spat. In a rage, Emma grabbed him by his coat lapels and shoved him against the wall.

"Don't you dare say that. Don't you fucking dare. I found her after my son ran away. I did all I could. So don't fucking tell me that this was all you," Emma barked, "Right now, there's a woman, a very important woman, who needs medical attention. So stop being such a jack-ass and go do whatever your job says to do." Dr. Whale growled and pushed Emma off him.

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You're the fucking doctor! I suggest you go in there and help her," Emma said, her voice cracking slightly.

"I kept her alive. So give me that to work with, Swan," Dr. Whale said before stalking into the room once again. Emma followed, but stayed in the corner. The man walked over to Regina with a fake smile on his face.

"Okay, Regina, we're just going to run some tests. Is that alright?" Dr. Whale told her.

"Of course," the brunette replied. Emma blurred the rest of their conversation out, internally freaking out. Her mind spun dangerously, and she felt a headache coming on.

For how could you possibly tell someone that they are the Evil Queen? And more importantly, how could you convince that same person that you were in love with a soul so notoriously heartless?