Regina was leaned back in the uncomfortable plastic chair, eyes aimed at the ceiling but she saw nothing. Her mind was swimming with thoughts and her muscles were too tired to hold her head up straight.

"Almost done."

She sighed and forced her head up to look down at the needle, the blood that she saw would end up saving her life or ending it. She silently prayed that she was a match. She watched with heavy eyes as the nurse pulled out the needle, replacing it with a cotton ball and taping a bandaid over it. "Finished."

Regina pulled down her sleeve and stood up. She was ready to get back to Henry. "Before you go," the nurse stopped her, "you should get some rest. The results won't be back for awhile and I promise to wake you when I receive them."

Regina had a snide remark to the instructions but she bit her tongue. She knew that the doctors and nurses were just trying to help. If she saw someone with dark circles under their eyes and pale skin she would likely say the same thing. "I'll try," she offered. She turned and made her way down the long corridor, turned and finally ended up at Henry's room. She stood just outside the door and took a moment to look at him. His tiny frame was swallowed in the white of the hospital blankets, skin tone almost matching. His chest was steadily rising and falling to the beep of the monitors he was hooked up. Regina wanted to cry.

The past few months she had wished several times she could take his place, now more than ever. She had spent hours upon hours hunched over her desk flipping through dusty spell books, trying to find something, anything that could work.

Regina was so lost in thought that when Emma gently touched her shoulder, she jumped a mile high. "I apologize," she mumbled, slowly pulling her gaze away from Henry.

"I brought breakfast," Emma offered, knowing that Regina was hardly thinking about herself at such a time. "There's some fresh biscuits and…"

Regina forced a smile, "I appreciate the gesture but I promised Robin that I would come home today for awhile and shower and all of that. He said he's cooking breakfast. You're welcome to come."

Emma nodded, "I have to work later so I think I'll just spend some time with Henry. You don't mind?"

Regina shook her head. Of course she didn't mind. She hated the thought of leaving Henry alone, even for the small amount of time she was prepared to spend at home. "The nurse, Judy, just finished drawing my blood. If she comes by please let me know what she says."

Emma nodded, "Promise."

Regina looks into the room one more time and takes in a deep breath before turning and walking away, her heart squeezing tight on her chest that she's walking away without her little boy beside her.

As soon as Regina walked in the door, Robin was by her side. When she saw the comfort of his features she let him wrap his arms around her and she collapsed into his strength. She let her tears silently fall, unable to keep them at bay any longer. Between the exhaustion and worry for her son, they seemed never-ending.

"It's alright, love," Robin whispered as he soothingly rubbed her back, "it will be alright."

Regina didn't believe in Robin's optimism at this point but she didn't argue, wanting to enjoy the peace he gave her. When she pulled away she wiped at her eyes and sniffed one last time.

"Breakfast is finished if you're hungry."

Regina knew that Robin was giving her the option to choose the right answer, trying to give her leverage on the small things since she couldn't control the big. "I'm really not hungry," she offered, "but I would enjoy a nice hot shower and a nap in my own bed." She forced another tired smile, "will you join me?"

Robin took her hand and lead her up the stairs, never missing an opportunity to take care of his wife. The past few months had taken their toll on everyone. Robin was trying to remain the strong one, supporting Henry when he needed it and supporting Regina when she could no longer hold herself together. He would be the strong one when they were feeling weak and he vowed to keep the promise to himself.

When their shower was finished and they crawled into bed, Regina scooted as close to Robin as possible. It was the first time in a week that Regina had slept in an actual bed and not some plastic chair at the hospital. It was the first time her head hadn't pounded in forty-eight hours.

"His nurse said he was doing well today," Regina whispered, unable to let sleep overtake her.

Robin gently ran his fingers through her hair, knowing it would provide her comfort and hopefully help her doze off.

"She said his counts were good and they would probably lower his medicine later on this evening."

"That's good," Robin agreed, "all the more reason you should get some rest now."

Regina stopped talking but didn't close her eyes. She waited several minutes before she spoke again. "Robin?"

"Yes, love?"

Regina fidgeted so she was looking into Robin's eyes, blurry as her own filled with a fresh batch of tears. "I won't let him die. I won't."

"Regina-"

She shook her head harshly, "when I close my eyes I see him not breathing and I can't- I have to be awake."

Robin understood know. He understood why she had stayed up texting him until the early hours of the morning, why she refused to spend nights at home instead of the hospital.

"He's not going anywhere," Robin promised in a low whisper as he used his thumbs to wipe her tears. "He's a fighter. He's the truest believer. If anyone can get through this, it's him. This is just a bump in the road."

"It's a pretty big bump," she argued lamely.

"Yeah," Robin agreed, "it's huge. Regina, there will be a match and Henry will get a new kidney. The cancer will be in remission and Henry will be back home in no time and stronger than ever."

"I can't live without him," she sobbed.

"I know," he whispered as she collapsed her head down onto him, tears soaking his t-shirt clad chest. "I know."