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Rapunzel nodded, hoping this woman wouldn’t somehow turn out to be lying. Though, it wouldn’t surprise her to find she was dreaming all of this. Gripping the woman’s hand tightly glanced nervously around the large entrance area. “Please… I’ll go with you, just don’t make me go back.” She whispered out as her eyes locked onto a familiar figure standing off to the side and somewhat behind the two of them, the nurse who usually gave her meds each day—tranquilizers to keep her compliant among other things.
She clung even tighter to Regina’s hand as the nurses gaze swept over her briefly and then locked onto Rapunzel’s—clearly the woman was surprised to see the long haired girl out of her cell. “No. No. No…” She murmured as the nurse took a step towards them.
“What do you think you’re doing, girl?” The nurse said as she approached them, clearly she didn’t seem who it was that Rapunzel was clinging to—her focus was completely on Rapunzel.
Regina gave Rapunzel’s hand a squeeze of reassurance, letting her know she wasn’t going to let her go any time soon. And, this was true. She had spent all this time searching for her and wondering if she was dead. But, here she was- very much alive and very much in need of someone who was going to take care of her, a mother. She tried to smile at Rapunzel, but she was soon taken aback as Rapunzel’s gaze fell off into the distance and focused on the figure of a woman, one of the nurses.
For a moment, Regina feared with the girl, eyes widening as they locked onto the nurse like she was a target. However, as she took a deep breath, she stood her ground. She was a queen after all. What could this simple nurse really do to her and her daughter? So, Regina stared down the nurse, eyes narrowing now as she glared at her, watching her every move like a predator.
And, instinctively, as the nurse approached them, Regina jumped in front of Rapunzel, right hand raised in the air as she was ready to perform magic if need be. "And, just what do you think you’re doing?“ She spat nurse’s words back at her and took a step toward her, glaring eyes now directly locked with the nurse’s.
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