July 7th, 1888 - Irvingly Infirmary

When Regina first heard of what happened, she hadn't known how to handle it. Despite everything that has been said and done, Regina still cared for the stubborn witch. Sitting in the hospital room, it had taken her twenty minutes to convince a nurse to let her in before Bella woke up. Not knowing when said brunette would wake up, she simply waited and gazed out of the window quietly. Most of her was expecting a damn tantrum on Bella's part. That seemed like the person that Bella had become. But there was a part of her that hoped that this would all end up being a conversation that goes from sarcasm to being there for each other, like they used to be.

It had taken up a lot of courage for her to be here. Her chaperone outside of the room to make sure to only come in if a man did, Regina was glad that her chaperone had been so understanding. If this turned into an argument, she'd rather not have an audience. Beginning to fuss with a loose part of her dress, she couldn't help feeling the anxiety rush through her. She did want her friend back. Even if said friend had a nasty habit of burning bridges. They had been so close for so long. Would that seriously end due to a stupid mistake from a stupid misunderstanding? How was that fair to either of them?

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