Rumplestitskin's POV
Walking into the hospital, Henry keeps quiet, as does Belle and I. We walk over to the counter and Belle speaks to the nurse behind the desk about how she thinks she's pregnant.
Henry and I watch as she's whisked away into a small hospital room with a doctor.
"Can I see my mum now?" Henry speaks, almost emotionless. For a kid, he can hide his feelings very well, for even I know he wants to cry but he shows no weakness in his voice. None at all.
"Yes, sure. Come on, then." I reply, slightly more joyfully than he.
We walk over to the ER section of the hospital and push through Emma's door. The room lay silent as the two of us walk in to see the golden haired saviour sleep almost lifelessly. It pains me to see her in that bed other than Regina. I would love to see Regina there, dying slowly - or even better - six feet under. Yet instead lay an innocent woman who risked her life countless times to help others.
Life's harsh.
Henry runs over to the bed squeezes Emma's hand tightly. I walk closer, but not too close. He needs his time with her.
I watch as he finally shows emotion and spills tears onto his mothers hand. He starts to sob quietly, pressing his face into the covers warming the practically dying body of his birth mother. A sudden jerking feeling hits my insides. If I had to watch Belle or Bae suffer like this, I would honestly want to kill myself. What an awful position to be put in, but at Henry's age... it must be the hardest thing ever.
"I'm sorry." Henry whispered into the bed.
"Hey, hey." I say quietly, placing a hand on Henry's shoulder. "This is not your fault. Don't blame yourself." I smile to the small, sobbing boy.
Not being able to reply he shakes his head and turns to watch the still body lay, her stomach lifting very slightly as she breathes the oxygen.
"It's my fault." I admit quietly, swallowing hard. Putting my head down in shame as Henry looks back to me with his large soaked eyes.
Not a word was spoken as he turns his head back to his mother and sniffs loudly, wiping his eyes till they were just damp.
I hear the door open a little, but I don't want to know who it is, in fact, I lift my head up to watch Henry rather than check who came in. A hand slides into mine, taking grasp of it before a delicate whisper.
"You were right, I am." She spoke surprisingly happy. A wave of joy runs through me as I realise we're getting somewhere, it's happening. I'm having another child. I have my son back, I have Belle back. Just to get rid of that witch.
"I love you, Belle." I admit, pulling her closer and rubbing her belly, where my son or daughter will be sleeping. The moment feels perfect, I want everything to freeze, time to stop. It doesn't of course,
Belle releases her hand from mine and walks over to Henry, who starts sobbing again. She embraces him and he wraps his arms around her, Belle kneeling down to meet Henry's level. A smile crawls on my face. She's going to be a perfect mother.
"Shh," she whispers, stroking the back of his hair. "It's okay, Henry. She's recovering."
Henry's tears rolled down his cheek and down Belle's back. "It's all my fault, Belle. If I hadn't of went, Mr Gold would have been able to save her." He sobbed, his words not being completely clear, but clear enough for us to understand.
Belle ripped Henry off her and cupped his small face. "Henry. It is not your fault. Not at all. Something ran across the road, right? That wasn't you. Emma would be happy to know that you're fine, think about how she'd feel if you were the one who wasn't saved. Either way, it's not your fault." The small boy nodded, placing his head on Belle's shoulder to let out more tears. She stayed there, allowing him to soak her clothes, stroking his head sweetly. I continue to smile at such a beautiful sight.
Then I frown as I realise. "No..." I say loudly, reluctantly walking closer. "It's my fault." I repeat my earlier words, though this time Belle could hear.
"No it's not, Rumple!" Belle speaks loudly, tilting her head to the side a little to indicate her words were meant for me.
"She's right, it's not your fault." Another voice appears, causing Belle, Henry and I all to look at the tall figure. "It's Regina's fault." He adds.
"Bae..." I say, wanting to cry, knowing he's come to help. Holding back the tears and shaking my head out of its sorrowed state, I ask "what do you know? How do you know it's Regina's fault?"
"All I know is that it was skar who ran out in front of you and it was Regina who sent him. I don't know why, but..." He trails off, staring at the blond who lay quietly in the forever surrounded hospital bed.
"But what?" Belle asks, sweetly.
"She wants Emma dead." He swallows hard, as his eyes glaze over. Why is he so bothered about this?
The room stays silent for a while as I think. She wants Emma dead? Why would that be of any use to her, if anything, that would only make Henry hate her?
My eye's widen as the sudden truth dawns over me.
"Magic."
Everyone faces me and stares in confusion.
"What?" Belle asks, as though I'm crazy.
"Emma... she's the source of magic and if she dies... well.." I speak speedily, wanting to leave right away.
Belle pulls Henry from her chest and stands up straight. She makes her way to me, confusion painted all over her face. "Well.. what? What does that mean?"
I choose to ignore Belle and run past her, though as I do, I hear her calling after me.
"Rumple! Rumple! What does it mean? Are we in danger?" The words shouted after that were a blur as I pushed through the doors of the hospital, running outside to find a damp, yet light street.
There's not a lot of time. Knowing this much, I click my fingers and watch the purple smoke rise, spinning around me, soon fading to reveal a large white house. I open the door and storm inside.
"Regina! Get here now!" I scream, listening as my echo bounces from wall to wall. A dark green - almost black - smoke appears in front of my eyes and she walks out from it, a great big smirk spread out across her face.
"Not this again." She laughs, creating a flame from her hand and allowing it to just float over her palm. "What do you want?"
"You want her dead, don't you?" I squint my eyes at her, awaiting my answer.
She walks closer, blowing out the flame. Snickering as she takes a step. "I've always wanted Snow dead." She raises an eye brow and puts her face close to mine. "We used to know each other so well, Rumple." The smirk not once dropping.
Pushing her away, I spit. "Don't play dumb, dearie." I raise my arm and create a greeny-black acid like substance and throw it in Regina's direction - yet she avoids it, quickly disappearing through a cloud of dark smoke.
A hand on my shoulder indicates that she's behind me and so I fling my arm back, elbowing her in the stomach and as I turn, she attacks. Fire hits me in the chest and shoots me to the marble ground. The pain is almost agonising, but I get up and throw another spell at her, yet again she avoids and attacks.
"You've grown stronger." I say, pulling myself up from the last attack.
"Yes, Rumple. A wise woman once told me 'Love is weakness.' Clearly she was right. You, you have your son and your dear Belle and look at you.. you get exhausted after a couple of spells. Where as I, well I have no one. That would have once bothered me, 'till I realised it gained me power. Now, Rumplestiltskin, I can finally be the most powerful and you will be nothing more than a sad, old, cowardly man." She cackles, again getting a closer view of my green, scaly skin. "Now, I have something to do." She announces, before puffing away in black smoke.
The hospital...
I start to walk to the door, but find it hard to balance. Keeping up right is going to be difficult, but I need to protect them. I need to protect my family. Family. That word, just that word, it enlightens me. Then the determination kicks in, nothing can stop me now.
I open the door with magic, the little remaining, then run outside. The streets seem longer when you're exhausted.
I allow my legs to take course, they fling out, one after another, pulling me closer to the hospital. Images race through my head. Belle and Bae.. they could be hurt.. they could be dead, being killed. Regina could be ripping Emma's heart out right now.
I turn the corner, seeing the hospital in eye view. Running nearer, I can feel my legs getting weaker and my body lacking oxygen, but I don't give up as I know I'm more-or-less there.
Reaching the door, I notice no change in the waiting area. Quickly, I make my way to Emma's room, where Bae, Belle and Henry still sit.
Where the hell's Regina?
"Where the hell did you go? Why did you ignore me?" Belle expresses her anger, pointing her finger in my face. Feeling a little faint, I tip backwards a little bit, but then stand up straight, regaining my balance. "You used magic... you didn't did you? You didn't attack her?" She then asks, lowering her hand and sounding a little more concerned.
"She's going to kill Emma. I can't stop her. She's too strong." I reply, spluttering coughs, trying to keep myself stable.
"Get the hell out! Don't you touch her!" Bae shouts from behind Belle. We turn around, finding Regina walking away from a faded puff of smoke. Her dress drags across the floor and her heels clop against the hard floor. She then stands next to Emma, stroking the golden locks of hair.
"Don't hurt her!" Henry begs, sobbing with all the liquid his eyes could produce. "Get away from my mum!"
"Make me." Regina laughs, pushing her arm out to do a 180 degree angle, throwing Belle, Bae and Henry to the wall, knocking them all barely conscious.
Such a delecate noise is made as she pulls the large shiny sword that Prince Charming once used.
"Thank you, Miss Swan." She whispers. "Thank you for making me realise what I really need, thank you for taking what I thought I wanted... Oh! And thank you for the magic." She giggles evilly, pulling the sword up above her head.
"No!" Henry screams through the floods of tears that soak his small baby-like face.
Regina pushed the sword down through Emma's heart with such honour and glory. Her face lightening as Emma's eyes open wide. The body which was so lifeless suddenly awakens, taking a deep breath, then falling back into her death position, her head tilted towards Henry as her lips move slightly, before she slips away slowly, blood pouring from the corner of her mouth. Dark red liquid dripping slowly down onto the white sheets.
Regina pulls the sword back out and drops it to floor.
A large, bright white light flashes for some time, no one could see, no one could hear, no one could think.
Yet I knew what it was.
Magic.