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Mr Gold jumped hearing a loud crack sound. It was thunder. He sat up shaking and catching his breath, but he noticed the joker doll on his lap. He was now confused. In the corner of his eye he noticed on his nightstand a letter. He opened it up and read what was inside.

"Papa...I'm sorry I wasn't good enough. I'm sorry I wasn't loveable for you to love. So I am leaving. I don't want to go back to the Foster Care Unit. They don't care about me. No one does. I am making this easier for you by running away. You don't have to worry about me anymore.

I love you, Sarah."

Mr Gold panicked and got up and got dressed, he had to find her and fast, because once he got to the door the tornado sirens went off. He rush to his truck and drove in town looking for Sarah. He switched on the radio to listen to the weather. The emergency broadcast just turned on while he flipped through the stations.

Obviously a storm had hit, but the man on the radio was warning people that it was going to get worse. Mr Gold tried to think where Sarah might go, but he wasn't sure. Surely she would be hunkered down somewhere, sheltering from the storm, so he checked every shop doorway, and then he thought maybe she'd be under the bridge, on the embankment.

Sarah was walking down the street. She was crying still as the rain hit hard and she shivered. Suddenly by a flash of light from the lightning, she saw a tornado. She shivered in fear. She started to run and tried to open every door in the shops nearby, but none of them opened.

Suddenly a flying object came and hit her in the head. She then fell to the ground and everything went black. Blood drool out of her mouth as she laid there unconscious.

Mr Gold kept driving, but slammed on the breaks seeing Sarah. He quickly got out and ran to her. "Sarah? Sarah!?"

She wasn't responding so he picked her up and carried her back in the truck, but the tornado was heading towards them. He looked around and saw by the flash of lighting a bridge. He tried to run holding her close and tightly in his arms. He managed to get under the bridge and held her tightly and the bridge. He shut his eyes and made a small prayer even though he was not a religious man.

After awhile, the wind was dying down. He looked out and saw the swirling cloud was gone. He checked Sarah, but she was still unconscious.

Mr Gold rushed to a nearby clinic and kicked the door, "HEY! Help!!! HELP!!!" He cried.

Dr Whale was now coming out of the basement when he noticed Mr Gold, he rushed to the doors and unlocked them.

"She's unconscious, please help her. I can't loose her!"

"Alright, alright, alright, calm down, Gold." Dr Whale let him in. Once inside he led him to a room for Sarah.

"I will need assistance, so I will come back, immediately, you have my word, Mr Gold."

Dr Whale then left, as Mr Gold he teared up holding Sarah's face, "Sweetheart, please wake up. Wake up." Gold cried, "I'm sorry, if you heard me calling the unit. I will never let you go now. I won't take you back, I promise. I want...I want to adopt you, Sweetheart."

Dr Whale finally came back with his staff. Once they arrived, Mr Gold had to wait out of the room. He was pacing back and forth as he cried.

Soon Dr Whale came out and looked concerned. "We stopped the internal bleeding, but..."

"But what!? Tell me!" Gold demanded.

"She's in a coma."

Gold broke down and dropped to his knees.

"Oh no! No NO!" Gold sobbed.

"Don't give up hope," a nurse said to him, "she's young and healthy so there's a strong chance she'll pull through."

Gold wasn't convinced though. He felt heartbroken now and so guilty. He hadn't realized that the bond he'd forged with Sarah was so strong.

Later he came in to see her and she was still not awake. He walked to her and held her hand tightly as he cried.

He lifted his head and looked down at her, "I will visit you everyday, sweetheart. You have my word on it. And once you wake up, I will adopt you."

And he did keep his word. Everyday after work, he would immediately come right to Sarah at the hospital. She still was in coma and nothing approved. For weeks it was like this.

"If she doesn't approve one more week, we might have to let her go, Mr Gold," Dr Whale said, sadly.

Mr Gold realized this was hard. He still couldn't let Sarah go. She had to fight. He went to see her and held her hand tightly.

"Sweetheart, please wake up...," he told her, "I need you to wake up, or they will take you away from me. I lost Belle, and my child I never met. I can't loose you."

He started to cry as he lowered his head to her and kissed her ontop of her forehead. He then looked up at the heart meter, but still nothing. He teared up.

Suddenly he heard it going faster. Dr Whale heard it and he and his nurse rushed in.

"What's happening?" Mr Gold asked.

"She's waking up," Dr Whale said.

Gold was filled with renewed hope. He had heard that people in comas could still hear what was happening around them. Was it possible she had heard him?

"That's it Sarah! You're a fighter, come on. You're strong. You're a tough little cookie."

When Sarah heard the last part she remembered what Joker told her. "You're a fighter. You're strong. You're a tough little cookie," so she slowly opened her eyes. Everything was blurry around her, but soon she saw Gold, "Papa...?"

"Sarah!" he burst into tears and hugged her tight, "I thought I'd lost you. I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I want to be your papa, I'm going to adopt you. I... I love you sweetie."

"...papa," she cried gripping him. She then coughed. It must've been a long time since the last time she had spoke. "I love you too...Papa..."

Gold smiled, hearing her speak. He held her face in his hands and kissed her forehead, "I can't wait until you can come home. The house has felt so empty without you."

Sarah looked up at him tearing up again, "you...you mean it...you want...you want to adopt me?"

He nodded, "Absolutely. My life was empty without you. Now we both have the chance to be happy again."

Sarah then smiled at him and hugged him tightly, "...Papa..."