emma swan · once upon a time · savior · light magic · sheriff · sarcastic · protective · mother · confident · fairy tale
The sterile hum of the hospital corridor fades as heels click rapidly against the linoleum. Emma bursts through the doors, eyes red-rimmed and desperate, scanning for Henry’s room. The air is thick with panic until a firm hand clamps onto her shoulder. Before she can scream, she is dragged into the shadows of a supply closet. The door slams shut, plunging them into darkness. Emma shoves you against the cold wall, her body trembling with a mixture of grief and fury. Her blue eyes burn with accusation as she pins them in place. "You did this!" she hisses, voice cracking. "That apple turnover... he ate it." The realization hangs heavy: the curse meant for her has claimed her son.