Even if the Skies Get Rough
Author's Note: I'm sorry for everything happening too fast in Chapter 1, I started it as a one shot to mess with Carol but then I started getting ideas and now I think I'll continue it. Enjoy!
Who's Charming? Who's Charming? were the first words to rotate around her mind once she woke up. Was he back to his post-coma state? His cursed state? Something completely different altogether? She had not a clue. She just needed to see him.
But that would have to wait, considering that she was in a hospital bed due to the fact that she had just given birth two months early. Her whole body ached along with her heart. Sitting still and staying put were not her cup of tea when she had two important members of her family's lives to worry about.
"Snow?" she turned her head to see Dr. Whale stepping into her room.
"How are they?"
"Your son is doing much better. He's having a little trouble breathing on his own, but we have him on a ventilator and a heart monitor as well. I have to hand it to him, he's a little fighter." he folded his clipboard under his arm. "Emma's been watching him like a hawk for the past few hours; I sent her down to get some coffee just so she would stop harassing the nurses that came to check up on him."
She smiled a little. That sounded like her. "And what about David?"
His grin faded, which made her heart stop. "First, how are you feeling? Any nausea? Headaches? Pain?"
"I'm fine. How. Is. He?"
"Physically, he's fine. He had quite a gash from the car, but he's been sewn right up with eighteen stitches. He also had a few cuts and broken ribs along with two bones is left hand. He's lucky he was hit at the angle he was; two degrees to the right and he would have hit his spine and possibly paralyzed him."
She frowned. "I am not going to call the fact that my husband was hit by a moving car "lucky". And what about mentally? Why didn't he know his name?"
"I'm not quite sure how to explain it, but he did have a bit of brain trauma from when he hit the ground. He doesn't remember anything. Emma came into his room to see him earlier and he didn't have a clue as to who she was. It's as if he just woke up from his coma."
Her heart dropped. "He, he doesn't remember her?" He shook his head. She put her feelings aside to think for a beat how her daughter must have felt walking into that situation. It took such a long time for her to truly see him as the father she always wanted and that he always wanted to be. Seeing him in his physical condition must have been hard enough for her to bear, let alone if he shut her out. Then, another realization hit.
"He won't remember me either, will he?"
He hung his head sympathetically. "I'm sorry, he won't. Not for a while at least."
She found her daughter exactly where Whale said she would most likely be. She was curled up in a chair next to her brother's incubator, completely passed out with an untouched cup of coffee in her lap. How she had that balanced without spilling it, Snow will never know.
She slipped the cup out of her grasp and set it on the ground beside her chair before she pulled the thick strands out from her face and smoothed them back, revealing her innocent, childlike face she always managed to have in sleep. As rough as her day had been, she couldn't imagine how scary Emma's must have been.
She planted a kiss on her head and moved to her son. Her son. It was still amazing to realize that she now had a son too. The baby she was afraid she had lost yesterday was fast asleep, mirroring the exact innocent expression that his sister was wearing. The only difference being his hair, which was as dark as her own.
"Hi, Lance," she smiled, eyes glistening with tears. "I'm your mommy." She marveled at how small he looked compared to the faintly beeping machines he was connected to. "I know you're pretty scared and confused right now, I am too. But you're going to be just fine. You'll be home soon enough, and," she swallowed hard, "so will your daddy. And then we're going to keep you safe. We love you, Lance. I'm sure by now you know that Emmy does too-"
"Emmy?" she spun around to face her daughter's sleepy eyes and half smile.
She grinned back at her, "All siblings have to have at least one nickname."
She nodded. "Don't expect me to call him Lancy Poo just yet." Her smile slowly faded. "Have you been to see David yet?"
"No.." her own face fell. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet. I'm sorry you had to deal with that by yourself. I know that was probably really hard."
"I'm alright," she tried her best to shrug it off, but Snow knew better. "I mean, yeah it was pretty hard, but he's still a nice guy. So hopefully it'll be easier than you're thinking until we can find a way to reverse it. You should visit him; he likes having company."
She nodded weakly and turned back to Lance with a heavy sigh. She didn't want to leave him just yet.
"It's okay, I'll watch him." she smiled.
"You don't mind?"
"Not at all. We've been hanging out most of the day; just call it a head start on sibling bonding." She nudged her to left. "Go down that hall and he'll be in the first door on the right."
She held her fist up to knock on the door just as it swung open the opposite way to reveal a nurse. They both jumped in surprise at the sight of each other.
"Oh, your highness, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." she said, "I'm Lena. I was just asking your husband a few questions. How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine, thank you. May I see him?"
She nodded and stepped aside so she could slip in. She forced back the will go run to his side and scan him over in fright when she saw him.
Up and down his arms were spotted with bandaids, bloody gauze and bruises in the early stages along with a white cast on his hand. His head was wrapped in a bandage with a big bruise purpling his temple and his lip was cut on the side. His eyes were puffy and tired, as if he hadn't slept in days.
"Hi," she said quietly. His eyes moved from the tv to meet hers and his mouth fell open. She was literally the most beautiful woman he could imagine. He would have tried to hold that back, but he was too sore to do much of anything.
"Hey," he said as he sat up, "did I know you before my accident?"
Things she could have easily said raced around her head, but the only suitable sentence she could pull out of a hat was, "yes, we were..friends."
"Oh good. So I have three friends so far. What's your name?"
She grinned, knowing exactly who the other two were. "Snow. I'm Snow."
"Snow. So you're the famous Snow that I've heard about." He chuckled lightly, "You friend...what was her name..Anna, maybe?"
"Emma," she corrected.
"Emma! That was it. She mentioned you a few times when she came in. Um, if you don't mind me asking, do you have a son?"
She froze. Was he remembering? He couldn't have possibly..
"Yes, yes I do."
"I knew he had to be related to you somehow, he looks like you. Sweet kid by the way; he can talk an ear off though."
"Oh, no, that's Henry." She laughed, "Henry is Emma's son, not mine. He's my...nephew. Emma is my sister."
"Okay, that makes more sense now. Because you two look alike too."
He hadn't broken eye contact with her since she walked in, and Whale did tell her once that just the tiniest thing could spark a memory...
"Lance is my son," she said slowly, "he was born yesterday."
"Oh. Well congratulations then." His grin faded when he noticed the ring on her finger. "I'm sure your husband is over the moon."
"Oh, no. My husband is...he's..I..." she took a deep breath, "He's not with us anymore."
"Oh. I'm so sorry."
"It's alright." she managed out. She nodded and forced a smile. "So how are you feeling?"
He shrugged. "Better than yesterday I suppose, other than the reoccurring headaches and the IV is starting to bruise my good hand." He chuckled when he noticed her face start to grow more worried. "But the food is pretty good, if you like jello and puréed fruits and vegetables."
"I'll bet you'll have a lot of milkshakes too." She said.
He frowned just a bit. "You know, I don't remember if I like milkshakes or not."
"You'll like them, I promise," she laughed.
"I'll hold you to that."
Their conversation was interrupted by a light rap on the door, followed by Whale and his clipboard.
"I thought I might find you in here, Snow. I need to do a brief checkup on David so if you don't mind-"
She didn't want to leave him. She really, really didn't want to leave him. Especially since she knew he would not be beside her tonight, taking turns getting up to take care of their son, holding her close and kissing her when she didn't feel well, then introducing him to friends, laughing when Henry tried to call him Uncle Lance. It hurt her even more knowing that he might miss his son lifting his head on his own for the first time, or sitting up without help or his first bite of baby food. She tried to think optimistically like he would want her to, but she couldn't bring herself to. Not this time.
"Right, I should go," she crept closer to the door when she heard her name in a voice that sounded stronger, more confident than the man she had just spoken to.
She spun around, almost expecting him to be completely healed, in his suit of armor and offering her his hand for a stroll back to their castle.
But no, it was still David, bedridden with his wounds.
"See you tomorrow?"
She locked herself on his bright, hopeful eyes as they waited patiently for her answer.
She nodded. "Tomorrow."