"The other night dear, as I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you in my arms

But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken

So I hung my head and I cried.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away

I'll always love you and make you happy,

If you will only say the same.

But if you leave me and love another,

You'll regret it all some day

You told me once, dear, you really loved me

And no one else could come between.

But now you've left me and love another;

You have shattered all of my dreams:

In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me

When I awake my poor heart pains.

So when you come back and make me happy

I'll forgive you dear, I'll take all the blame.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away,"

Regina sang to Emma's stiff form. Henry taught her that song when he was in pre-school. She used to hum it to him while he fell asleep. It was supposedly an older song, and Regina always like the sound of it. She could relate to it fairly well now. Regina dreamed of Emma every night and she woke up everyday crying. There used to be no doubt in Regina's mind that Emma loved her solely, but now, she was almost positive that Emma's other lover was death.

"Do you remember our first kiss?" Regina asked, stroking Emma's hand with her thumb, "I had been such a bitch, and I wish you were awake so I could apologize."

"I told you no one would ever love you," Regina choked on her words, "You had tears in your eyes and then, then, it just came out of nowhere." Regina chuckled, "I-I tried to deepen the kiss but you refused. And you ran away. I spent that night drunk and regretful. I heard my heartbeat so clearly, because you brought me back to life. It had to have been irony or karma that we fell in love. And look at you and I now. You're in a coma, and I'm... I'm still regretful. Not that I regret you, I never would. You are the best thing, besides Henry, that's ever happened to me. No, I don't regret you. I regret letting you slip away." She caressed Emma's cheek and bent over to kiss her on the lips. Regina let a tear fall from her eyes, she wished Emma would kiss back.

The steady beeps turned into a prolonged wail. Regina's head snapped up in panic.

"No," Regina said shakily, "Nononono."

The sound was overpowering her sense of judgement, and she lost control. She clutched Emma's shoulders and shook.

"Wake up, Swan! Wake the hell up! Don't leave me here! You can't die! Doctor Whale!" she screamed, rattling Emma's body, the machine still shrieking. Doctor Whale looked up from his paperwork and saw Regina. He scrambled up from his desk.

"No, Mayor Mills! I wouldn't do that if I were-" Doctor Whale was interrupted by the loud clash of metal against the hospital floor as Regina angrily shoved over tables. She grabbed a chair and struck the glass walls that made up Emma's room.

"Mayor Mills! Don't do that!" Doctor Whale shouted, carefully avoiding the jagged pieces of glass and jumped over the disrupted tables. The glass fragmented onto the floor and Regina threw the chair in front of her. The wail continued to pierce the air. Regina fell to her knees, sobbing.

He dashed over to heart monitor and smacked it hard. It didn't show mercy and its wail only grew louder. In a hasty decision, Doctor Whale unbuttoned Emma's hospital gown, grateful that she was wearing lingerie. Mayor Mills wasn't so optimistic. She prowled over.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Need I remind you that is my wife? I'll have you fired, Whale!" Regina snarled. He got ahold of her. The brunette's face was smeared with wet make-up and there was a fierce flame in her eyes.

"Listen to me, Mayor," Doctor Whale ordered, "You need to relax." Regina's sharp eyes turned lethal.

"You don't fucking tell me to relax. My wife may have just died of heart failure, you bastard! So tell me, why the fuck I should relax?" she barked, gripping the man by his white coat.

"Trust me," he whispered. Regina's eye twitched, and it took all she had not to strangle him. She pushed him away and he just barely managed to land on his feet. The man seized a set of defibrillator paddles. He rubbed the paddles then placed one on the upper right side of her chest and the other on her lower left. He plugged the electrodes into the connector and waited impatiently while the defibrillator assessed Emma's heart. A beep sounded and Doctor Whale's finger hovered over an orange button.

"Clear!" he shouted, pressing down. The man checked her pulse, still nothing. The defibrillator assessed her heartbeat once again and Doctor Whale pushed the orange button. A faint jolt went through Emma's body and the machine returned to its normal pace. Regina exhaled a sigh of relief, not realizing she had held her breath. She scuttled over to Emma's side and squeezed her hand. Doctor Whale almost passed out, the stress too much. He staggered over to his desk and sat down.


The double doors flew open and the two burly guards dragged Emma into the Queen's study. Regina dismissed them and sauntered over to the blonde, who stood unflinchingly under the brunette's intense gaze.

"Emma," Regina began, "If I recall, that's your name. Correct?"

"Yeah, that's me," Emma stated. Every muscle in her body longed to embrace the woman, but she resisted. Regina began to circle the her, as if Emma was an exotic exhibit.

"Such an interesting name. You see, an old... friend... of mine bestowed that same name onto her daughter.

"Isn't that a coincidence?" Emma said.

"Yes," Regina sneered, inspecting the blonde, "Chance would have it." She paused in front of Emma, taking a while to think.

"You called me Regina."

"Yeah, that's your name," Emma said, a little confused. The Queen pursed her lips.

"Yes, but it has not been spoken in a very long time. Everyone in my kingdom, and all the other kingdoms refer to me as the Evil Queen. Except, apparently, you. How do you know my name?" Emma didn't bother to answer her question.

"Tell me, this is the pre-curse or post-curse," the blonde questioned. The queen arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms.

"Whatever are you talking about?" Regina asked, but the way she subtly flinched indicated she knew something was up.

"The Dark Curse. The curse that you enacted to ensure your revenge on Snow White. You cursed the whole Enchanted Forest to a world without happy endings," Emma explained, "That curse." The queen's eyes burned with fury.

"How do you know of it? That curse failed, just like all my other attempts to avenge myself. I paid a terrible price in order to enact it and you mock me? How dare you paint me as a walking travesty!" the queen bellowed, but Emma still stood tall.

"And yet, you seem to have no fear of me. Why is that, Emma?"

"Because I know you," Emma stated. The queen threw her head back in cruel laughter.

"Oh, please. Save yourself the embarrassment. I live by myself. Not even my guards or servants know me," the queen told her, but her eyes showed sadness, "I am alone."