Emma was swiftly driving down the road, her thoughts thousands of miles away. What was Regina's game? She knew something, Emma could tell. Suddenly the petrol sign in the car started flashing; she needed to stop at a petrol station soon. Her mobile abruptly started blaring it's ringtone. Emma picked it up, flipped it open and put in next to her ear; it was Mary-Margret.
"Hi" she sobbed into the phone.
"What's the matter?" Emma asked, concerned.
"David remembered everything; he's going back to his wife".
Emma felt a pang of guilt within her; she was the one who told her to go for it.
"Don't worry…It'll be alright" she wasn't very good at the comfort thing.
"I should have known" she wept, "I was so stupid".
"No, you weren't. This is what's gonna happen, when I come home will stuff ourselves with ice cream and an old movie" Emma tried.
Mary- Margret chuckled a little.
"Ok, sounds good" Mary- Margret replied.
"See'ya later" Emma smiled as she turned off her phone.
Suddenly a car whacked into hers making her unconscious
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Dr Whale had been working the nightshift three times in five days now. He was sitting in his office sorting the paper work. His date with that fit volunteer hadn't gone very well. But he couldn't help himself! That waitress shouldn't have distracted him, being all provocative. Whale allowed himself to chuckle at the thought of the waitress. Suddenly Nurse Rachel Heir burst into the room.
"Miss Swan's been severely injured in a car accident, we need you in ER now" she told, with her long blond hair swaying behind her.
Dr Whale got up immediately and made his way to ER. When he got there he saw Emma with huge bruises and scars all over her body. Luckily apart from her face he thought cheekily.
"She needs a blood transfusion" Nurse Heir informed.
"Prep her for transfusion" Dr Whale ordered.
He had to find out what blood group she was first.
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Adoring parents hugged her tightly…
Her Father slaying the evil men to save her…
Lovingly putting her in the cabinet…
Gone.
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Dr Whale stared at the screen in disbelief. According to the computer David Nolan's DNA was in 50% of Emma's. He was Emma's Father…but how could that be? He looked roughly the same age as her. He must ask what wrinkle cream he uses. Does Emma know? Dr Whale decided to call David, something must be wrong with the computer or something else…
"Yes" David brightly answered.
"Do you have a daughter?" the doctor asked.
"No why?" David answered, confused.
"She's your daughter" Dr Whale said.
David didn't say anything for a few moments.
"How…" he spluttered.
"50% of her DNA comes from you, you're definitely the Father" he informed.
"But I can't be!" David yelled, "She's the same age as me".
"There is no other explanation" Whale was getting irritated now.
"Stay there, I'm coming" he sighed and killed the phone line.
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"Who was that?" Kathryn asked politely.
"A doctor at the hospital" he told truthfully.
"What did he want?" she wondered.
"Just to see how I'm doing, you know regular check-up stuff" David lied.
How could he tell her?
"I'm just going to the hospital to pick up some stuff" he half-lied.
"Ok, do you want me to come with you?" she smiled.
"No, that's ok you need to get that report finished. I'll see you in about 30 minutes" David replied.
"Ok" she yawned gracefully.
David put on his cost, grabbed his keys and went out the door.
This could be true…