Emery Begins Again.

chapter thirty-six , I. Love. You. Too.

a/n : CONTENT WARNING!!! this chapter depicts self-harm and suicide.

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Then.

For a Probie, Emery was a pretty damn good firefighter.

She was strong, determined, and kind. But she was a reckless one too. She never took into account her well-being when helping others, and she always seemed to make light of situations. It drove some of her teammates crazy. But at the end of the day, they loved her. But on some other days, they stressed them the fuck out.

A month ago, Emery decided to ram her body into a locked door. She was able to break the door down, but she had also dislocated her shoulder. She said it was "worth it". But that's not what her wife thought. There had been more injuries Helena couldn't count and she could've sworn she saw a grey hair growing in her hair the other night. But Helena knew how important being a firefighter was to Emery. And it's been almost a year. Her probationary period is coming to an end soon. Helena couldn't express her worries. Not when Emery's career was about to take off.

But when would she ever have the time to say anything?

The team decided to go out to eat and urged everyone to bring their significant others too. The only ones who came were Karen, Helena, and Tatiana. But she didn't stay long, and she had practically dragged Chimney out of the bar away from them.

The team had been laughing about the many injuries Emery had had during their calls.

"It wasn't even my fault, all right?" Emery holds her hands up.

"How could you have not seen the dog?" Helena giggles. Emery looks at her wife and scratches her brow, embarrassed. "I...forgot my contacts."

Helena shakes her head and laughs. "Emerson, how can you forget those? You physically can't see--"

"That's what I was wondering!" Karen exclaims.

"Wait, you told Karen?" Emery deadpans.

Hen shrugs, "Of course I did." she snorts. "She's my wife. Also, it was funny as hell." she then raises her finger. "And in conclusion, this is why you could always keep your glasses on hand."

"Then I would lose my glasses," Emery states. "I'm jumping in the water, smashing through glass, running through fires--how the hell do you run through fires with your glasses on?"

Everyone turns to Hen. She snorts, "Okay when I was a telemarketer...there was this bottle of fire repellent--"

"Get out of here!" Emery covers her eyes and lets out a full-hearted laugh.

"It works!" Hen holds her arms up.

Emery looks at Karen, wanting confirmation. Karen presses her lips together and nods. "It does work."

Emery holds her stomach and laughs more than before. Helena giggles softly, her face getting hot. Just watching Emery be happy, made Emery feel good. She wanted that to continue for her. No matter what.

"So, Helena! How far along are you?" Karen grabs Helena's hand, her excitement hardly being contained. Helena and Emery smile at the question. Any chance these two could take at talking about their future child, they would take it.

"Uh...officially today we are 16 weeks." Helena sucks in a sharp breath with a nervous smile.

The entire table claps. "You know my wife says that's the time when she had to start looking for maternity clothes." Sal voices.

"Seriously?" Helena cranes her neck forward. She places a hand over her stomach, imagining the difference in her clothing. Emery bites the inside of her cheek, sensing her wife's worries. She gently grabs Helena's hand. "We can go shopping together."

Helena turns to her wife and smiles. "Then it's a date." She leans forward and kisses Emery's cheek.

"Hey, Emery, how would you feel about wearing maternity clothes with Helena in solidarity?" Hen asks.

Emery slightly opens her mouth. "I would say that I love my wife, dearly. But the long dresses that I could trip over are going to be a 'No' for me."

The entire table laughs and Emery softly chuckles. Emery then reaches for a beer bottle and opens it. Helena pulls her brows together. "Em..." she lightly touches her arm. Emery turns to Helena and softly hums. "What's up?"

Helena noticed everyone was talking, so they weren't paying attention to them. But she leans slightly closer to her wife. "You know you shouldn't drink."

Emery looks at her wife and she slightly parts her lips. "With your meds, you can't--"

"Meds?"

The couple lifts their heads and stares at Sal. Emery exhales through her nose. The rest of the table looks at Sal, then Emery. Helena rubs her lower lips, "For her—"

"I hit my head a few days ago, remember?" Emery raises her brows. "Concussion?"

The entire table lets out a unison, "Ohhhh."

Helena pressed her lips into a small smile, pretending to laugh with everyone else; but she was the exact opposite of a laughing mood.

And Emery knew that.

...

"Are you fucking crazy?!"

Emery frowns and slightly opens her mouth. "Well, I mean—"

Helena then holds up a finger, "I'm in no mood for jokes, Emerson Sharpe."

"Yes, ma'am." Emery closes her mouth. Helena sits in the dining chair across from Emery. Both girls sit in silence, a tense feeling in the air. Emery wasn't going to say anything, because she's already said everything to she had to. Helena was just processing the information she received.

"You..." Helena covers her face with her hands. "How could you not mention on your application that you were diagnosed with Bipolar?"

"I knew they would vito me." Emery shrugs. "So, I made sure they didn't."

"But your medical records--"

"My dad knows people," Emery says slowly.

Helena raises her brows and a breath leaves her lips. "I've been trying to convince you to talk to your sister for months and you would say no." she shakes her head. "But for this, you decided to get back in contact with them? Did you even talk to your sister?"

"Why would I? She wasn't the reason I was calling them."

"Emerson!"

Emery closes her eyes and sinks into her seat. "Look...me keeping my Bipolar Disorder under wraps isn't a big deal."

"If they find out you lied, you could lose your job," Helena states. "They could file a lawsuit against you."

"We can't...have that, Emerson. Our future—"

"They're not gonna find out." she watches Helena tense. Emery pulls her brows together, "Helena--"

"Emery, you have to tell them," Helena says.

Emery rolls her head to the side and a breath leaves her lips. Helena follows her wife's eyes, "It's the right thing to do and I know you know that."

"How would I know that's the right thing to do?" Emery asks. "What if I think that lying on my resume and not telling them is the right thing to do?"

Helena's eyes are soft and she slightly tilts her head. Emery tenses under her wife's soft and righteous eyes. Helena was like the angel on Emery's shoulder. At the end of the day, Emery would always end up doing the right thing with Helena by her side.

Emery covers her face and quietly curses. "You are...still just as beautiful as the day we met..."

"...and persuasive."

Helena giggles, "Uh, so is that a—"

"I'll tell them." Emery looks at her wide. "I promise."

Helena's shoulders sag and she lets out a small breath of relief. Emery leans forward and interlocks her fingers with her wife's. "Are we okay?"

Helena lightly squeezes Emery's hand. She uses her other hand to knock on the table three times. I. Love. You.

A breath of relief leaves Emery's lips. She then knocks on the table four times in reply. I. Love. You. Too.

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Now.

Emery's eyes were glazed over and her ears were ringing. People were talking. But were they talking to her? She couldn't even turn to look at them. Her energy was gone. It's like all the life and meaning slipped right out of her hands as soon as she and Amaya got hit by that second wave. Emery's body felt so heavy and her hand felt even heavier with Amaya's in it.

Her eyes begin to grow teary and her chest tightens. I can't do this. I can't go on.

How can I go on?

Almost like a sign, her ears burst with noise. She hears a faded scream from behind her.

"Buck!"

Emery pulls her brows together. She turns her head, watching the waters. Emery recognized the voice. But it couldn't be...

"Christopher?" Emery softly whispers. Her eyes widen and she snaps her eyes forward.

"Stop the boat—I heard someone!"

Bosko turns to the girl, "What? Where are they?"

"I don't...I heard something." Emery says. "Tell him to stop the boat."

Bosko nods her head. She didn't know Emery personally, but she knew of her as a firefighter. The stories of her different rescues. Emerson was amazing at her job and even though grief was practically drowning her right now; Bosko still trusted her.

"Stop the boat, there's someone out there!"

The man driving shakes his head. "Our orders were to get you two to the rendezvous point." He pronounces. "That's what I'm going to do."

Bosko opens her mouth to bark back at the man. But then she hears a splash. She whips her head around, not seeing the girl there anymore. Bosko's eyes widen, and she runs to the edge of the boat.

"Emerson!"

A part of Emery wanted to die in these waters. If she stopped swimming, she would just sink to the bottom. No one would come to save her. I could do it. Emery stops swimming for a moment, her entire body sinking in the water.

What about Christopher?

Like a shock running through her veins. She begins to move her arms and kicks her legs, reaching to the surface. Her wrist was still on fire, but she couldn't let Eddie lose anyone else. No one else can die today.

I won't let that happen.

As Emery pushed her grief aside, she began to swim faster than before; pushing herself past her limits. As she continues to swim, the screams become more apparent over the rushing waves.

"Buck, help!"

"Christopher...Christopher!"

Emery sees a yellow shirt come more into her view and she swims faster. Her heartbeat begins to pound through her ears, unable to think about anything else except saving Christopher.

Christopher was holding onto a wooden pole in the water. She could tell he wouldn't be able to hold on for too long. Emery watches as one of his hands slips from the pole. Her breathing catches in her throat and she swims faster than before, if that was even possible.

Emery got there just in time for Christopher's other hand to slip from the pole. Before the current could take him any farther away from her, she latches her hand around his wrist. Emery's other hand grips the pole and she inhales a deep breath.

"I've got you--I've got you." A desperate breath escapes her lips. Emery looks around the area they are both in. She squints her eyes and spots a vehicle's set of wheels in the distance. Her chest untightens, "Okay, Christopher. I'm gonna pick you up, okay?"

"Please don't let me go."

"I'm not gonna let you go," Emery speaks over the water. "I wouldn't..." she trails off her words, not being able to even say that anymore. She doesn't remember letting go of Amaya's hand but it happened. If it hadn't happened, she would probably be alive right now. Emery's heart sinks. She looks back at Eddie's son. "We're gonna get under the water, Christopher," she states. "And when that happens, I need you to hold your breath, okay?"

She pulls Christopher towards her chest and wraps her arms around him. The current quickly pushes them toward the shallow end of the water. Christopher screams and Emery's eyes squeeze shut. Emery inhales a deep breath as their bodies submerge under the water.

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Then.

"You almost died, Emerson!"

"But I didn't!" Emery tangles her hands in her frizzy hair.

Emery had finally been discharged from the hospital after an accident during one of her calls. There had been a kid trapped in the top complex of an apartment building. The team had thought they wouldn't make it in time. But Emery had other ideas. She had gone in by herself, not letting anyone know.

Emery had the kid in her arms when she was racing down the weak building stairs. The stairs had given in underneath her feet, causing both of them to fall through. Emery took the brunt of the fall. She had hit her head hard. To the point, the girl didn't even know where she was. But once she remembered what had happened, she was relieved that the kid was all right.

Once again, not thinking of herself. She's always had that issue.

"Helena, I am fine, all right?" Emery grabs her wife's hands and gently squeezes them. "I am right here."

Helena then says something that catches Emery off guard.

"Are you?"

Emery pulls her brows together. "Wh-what?"

"Emery, ever since you've..." Helena trails off her words and she pinches her lips together, not wanting to say anything. Emery slowly shakes her head. "Helena, talk to me, please..."

Helena's eyes brim with tears and she sniffles. "Ever since you've become a firefighter it's like...your priorities have changed."

"My priorities? Helena..." Emery inhales a breath. "My priorities are in order, I want our family."

"Emerson, listen to me when I ask this..." Helena's eyes begin to burn with tears. "And I need you to tell me the truth."

"Of course." Emery wipes the tears from Helena's eyes.

Helena connects her shaky eyes with her wife's. "Did you tell anyone that you lied on your resume?"

A crease forms between her brows, taken aback by the question. Emery doesn't say anything, but she pulls her hands away from Helena's face. "Why would you...of course, I did." She scoffs and looks away.

Helena quirks a brow, "Another lie..." she steps back. "Why do you keep lying...? To me?"

Emery covers her face. She is such an idiot. Why the hell did she think she could lie to her wife? "Helena--"

"You promised me." Helena shakily whispers. "You promised that if you being a firefighter was gonna work, you had to build it on honesty--"

Emery leans her back against the wall. "I know that." she snaps. "But let's be honest, Helena. Do you really think they would let me stay a firefighter after keeping my mental illness a secret? This job is my...I can't lose it." she shakes her head.

Helena's shoulders slump and she keeps her disappointed eyes on Emery. "I haven't...been okay, Emery."

Emery pulls her brows together. She keeps her eyes on Helena's shaky eyes. "What do you mean? Are you okay? The baby--"

"No, there's nothing physically wrong." Helena wipes her eyes. "I just...I'm not okay and you're gone all the time. I can't do it anymore."

"Okay, well..." Emery's chest tightens. "Helena, if you're asking me to quit...I can't do that."

Helena knew she was gonna say it. But for some reason, it hurt. "I know...I know that." her eyes shift to the ground. Emery saw that Helena was in deep thought. But she wasn't thinking at all, actually. She was just tired. Emery then looks at the ground, gnawing on her lower lip. There was a deep thought in her mind that told her to take it back. Helena was pregnant with their child. Be there for her.

"You need to tell your chief about being Bipolar."

Emery pulls her brows together and snaps her eyes up at the girl. "But, I just said--"

"Emerson, Emerson..." Helena wipes her eyes and lets out a breath. "You need to tell them...or I will."

Emery freezes, giving no reaction to what her wife said. It was quiet in her head for a moment. Then a part of her mind. The twisted part of her mind took over. Traitor.

"What?" she pushes herself off the wall. "Helena. You...you can't. This job is--"

"This is job what? It's what, Emerson?--"

"It's my everything, all right?!" Emery shouts, causing Helena to flinch. "My dream. And you're taking it from me."

Helena slightly opens her mouth, stunned by the words. "Your dream...your everything." she places a hand over her stomach and slowly nods her head. "If that's..." her voice breaks and she exhales. She inhales a breath before continuing. "If that's really your dream--your everything. Then, maybe this marriage was a mistake."

Emery keeps her eyes on Helena's glassy bright green ones. The same ones she had just told her wife she wanted their child to have. Now, they weren't her dream? How could those words even come out of her mouth? How could I say that? I have to take it back. I can't let her think that.

Emery instead scoffs, "My mistake...was ever thinking I could trust you." she grabs her bag and walks out of the house. As soon as the door closes Helena walks over to it with her breathing quick. She looks at her shaky hand, knowing Emery is still there. This wasn't their first fight. They've been having a lot of fights recently. But after every fight, they would let each other know one thing. And Helena was praying that this time was no different.

Helena lightly knocks on the door three times. I. Love. You.

Silence.

Helena's lips quiver and she inhales. She knocks again.

I. Love. You.

Nothing.

Helena collapses to the ground, sobbing. Emery hears her wife's heartbroken cries through the door.

But she doesn't go back inside and comfort her.

And that will always be her biggest regret in life.

Now.

"Buck? What are you doing here?"

Eddie walks over to Buck, who is walking with an I.V. stand. As soon as Buck made eye contact with Eddie, he felt his heart stop. How was he going to tell a father that he had lost track of his son in a tsunami?

"Are you okay?" Eddie asks.

"Eddie..."

"Wait, where's Christopher?--"

"Eddie." Buck's tone was shaky, but a bit more strong so he could catch Eddie's attention.

Eddie shifts his eyes to the red glasses around his neck. His son's red glasses. He would never take those off unless he was sleeping. "Why do you have his glasses?" Eddie could feel his chest start to tighten. Slowly, but agonizingly.

Buck slowly reaches for the glasses around his neck and a painful lump forms in his throat. He swallows it, trying to stay strong. "We, um...me and Christopher, we were...at the beach, and um...and listen to me," he takes the glass off from around his neck, his entire body shaking with guilt and exhaustion. "I swear to you. Okay, I-I tried...and I just...but I...Eddie, I just don't know how to say it..."

Eddie's eyes blur with vision. His eyes are on the ground. He lifts his eyes up to finally make eye contact with Buck, but his eyes focus on the pair coming out of the mail truck. Eddie pulls his brows together, "Christopher?" he brushes past Eddie.

Eddie slowly approaches the girl, who is clutching onto Christopher for dear life. "Em?"

Emery shifts her glazed-over eyes to Eddie and raises her brows. "Uh, hi..." she exhales. Emery looks down at the boy in her arms.

"Christopher?"

"Dad!"

Eddie lets out the biggest breath of his life. "Oh, My God!" he runs over to his son and takes him out of Emery's hands. Buck turns and sees Eddie clutching onto his son. His eyes shift over to Emery then back to the father and son.

"What happened?" Eddie asks, he looks up at her.

Emery blinks, almost registering his question a few seconds late. "Uh, Bosko and I...we were on our way here when I heard someone yelling for Buck." she swallows. "I knew it was Christopher. But, they...they wouldn't stop the boat, so I just...jumped."

"Jesus, Em." Eddie then inhales a shaky breath.

"I...I didn't let him go." Emery whispers. "I didn't..." her eyes become teary and her breathing quickens. Eddie stands up and cups the side of her neck. "No, you didn't." He softly reassures her. "Emerson, look at me."

Emery's shaky pupils meet Eddie's soft but grateful ones.

"Thank you."

Emery slowly nods her head. Eddie crouches in front of his son and pulls him into a big hug once again. Emery's eyelids get low and her body starts to feel heavy again. She takes a few steps back until her back finds the side of the mail truck. She slides to the ground and exhales a sharp breath.

"Em?" Chimney walks over to her. Eddie watches as blood slowly runs down the side of Emery's head. "Let's get you checked in, all right?"

"Where is she?" Emery croaks her tired eyes on Chimney.

Chimney tenses, "Emerson--"

"Chimney. Please." Emery's voice was a whisper. She grabs onto Chimney's arm like she needs support. "I just...I want to see h-her."

A lump forms in Chimney's throat over Emery's desperation to see her sister again. "We had to put her in the other tent, Em."

Emery pulls her brows together. Chimney turns and Emery follows his eyes. Her eyes fall on the tent. A firefighter walks out of the tent which causes the flap to flip open. Emery gets a quick peek inside and she sees the bodies in black morgue bags. Emery's face goes slack and her hand drops from Chimney's arm.

"Oh..."

Chimney watches as Emery continues to stare at the tent. "I can go with you. If you want."

Emery slowly shakes her head. "I...I think I just want to get checked in." Her voice was shaking.

"Em, if you want to go see her—"

"I don't," Emery speaks. "I-I can't..." she feels like she can't catch her breath. "Not like that—I'm not ready."

"That's okay." Chimney crouches in front of her and grabs her hands.

Buck pulls his brows together from the interaction happening from afar. He watches Emery's face change from dazed to tired to sad in under 30 seconds. Even though his body was slowly declining into deprivation, he had to figure out if she was okay. Buck starts to walk towards Emery, but a voice stops him.

"Buck, you okay?" Hen grabs his arm. "Let's get you checked out."

Bobby stands in front of Buck, looking over his injuries. He follows Buck's eyes and then looks back at him. "Are you and Christopher okay?"

"Yeah, we're fine..." Buck's legs give out beneath him and before he can collapse, Bobby and Hen hold him.

Buck is led over to a cot and sits down. "Emery was on the pier too? Is she okay? I didn't get to talk to her."

Bobby's eyes sadden and he looks to the side. Buck pulls his brows together but he follows Bobby's eyes. Buck's worried blue irises land on the curly-haired girl sitting alone on a cot with a shock blanket over her shoulders. She was shivering, dirt was spread across her face and clothes, her damp hair was in a messy ponytail, and even though Buck wasn't close to her he could tell that she had been crying.

"What happened?" Buck asks, his eyes never leaving Emery's weak body.

"Amaya didn't make it," Bobby says softly. It hurt to say.

Buck snaps his eyes over to Bobby. "What?"

Bobby didn't say anything else and his silence caused Buck's heart to drop. This wasn't real. It couldn't be real. Amaya was Emery's everything. Her baby sister. Emery would sacrifice anything for Amaya. And now Amaya was just...gone?

Buck ignores the pain and exhaustion in his body. The pain in his body didn't matter right now. What mattered was being close to Emery. He needed to be there for her. He starts to stand up and Bobby grabs his arm. "Buck—"

"Bobby, she can't be alone right now," Buck says, he looks back over to Emery and then back at Bobby; a desperate need to comfort her. "Please. Let me go to her."

Bobby raises his brows from the desperation in Buck's voice. But he doesn't question it because he knows that Buck was right. Emery was the kind of person who would say she needed space, but space is the last thing she needs. When Emery has space she makes reckless decisions. Decisions that could keep her mind off her pain.

Bobby steps aside and Buck uses the last bit of his strength to walk over to the girl. "Em..."

He gets closer to her and tears fill his eyes as he notices the look of complete and utter defeat across Emery's face. She wants to give up. What point did she have to even live?

A lump forms in Buck's throat. "Emerson."

Emery blinks her red eyes and slowly lifts her heavy head. She felt so heavy. So tired. Her chest then constricts when she meets those storm-blue eyes. Emery slightly opens her mouth, she instinctively stands up with her hands tightening around the blanket on her shoulders. "Buck...E-Evan..."

A part of Emery feels like she could do this. Survive. Live. Live without my baby sister?

The side of Emery's face comes into contact with Buck's chest. He touches the back of her head and snakes his other arm around her waist. "I'm sorry, I am so sorry."

Emery's lower lip trembles and the constriction in her chest releases forcing the tears in her eyes to fall.

"She's gone, she's g-gone..." Emery drops the blanket and grips the back of Buck's shirt. "I don't know what to d-do..."

"Just stay close to me," Buck whispers. "Just stay with me..."

Emery sniffles and buries her face more into his chest with her eyes squeezing shut.

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Then.

Emery stares at the door for a moment. Her heart pounding through her ears. She hadn't been answering Helena's calls. She didn't want to say anything else hurtful (she had that effect if you couldn't tell by now). Emery knew as soon as she said all that shit, she had to come to see Helena and tell her she didn't mean it.

Emery unlocks the door and enters. "Hey, Helena. I'm home." She sets her keys and bag on the counter. Emery rubs her palms against her jeans. "Can we talk? I feel terrible about what I said. And I want you to know that I didn't mean..." her eyes looked around the neatly arranged apartment. Emery and Helena weren't super tidy, but they kept up with the low-grade cleaning. So, seeing the loft this neat was off-putting.

"Helena?" Emery calls out again. She walked into the living room and her wife wasn't there. Emery goes to walk out of the living room, but her eyes catch sight of a paper on the table. She grabs the paper with her name written across it. The handwriting was neat and cursive. She knew it was Helena's. No matter how much Helena would be in a rush, she would always take her time writing neatly. Emery softly smiles and traces the letters. She opens the paper and looks at the words.

Emery pulls her brows together. She read the words, but couldn't comprehend them. Because it's not something she expected. Not something she expected Helena to do.

Depression was always a sneaky thing.

Anybody could have it. Even the people you think are the light of your life.

Emery drops the paper, "H-Helena?—Helena?!" She runs to the bathroom. Grabs the doorknob, but it's locked. Emery takes a step back and kicks the door open. Her eyes meet the body in the bathtub which was filled with blood-soaked water. Emery lets out a breathless exhale. She then shakes her head, "N-No, no, no..." She steps into the bathroom and her boots slip over the wet floor. Emery grips the counter, regaining her footing. "Hey, Helena—you're okay." She gets to the bathtub and falls to her knees. Emery picks up her wife's cold body. "You're fine, you're fine..." she looks at her slit wrists and her breathing quickens.

"No, no, no. Come on, you're fine—Helena!" Emery cries. She pulls Helena out of the water and allows her body to lie in her lap. She grabs her phone from her pocket. Emery's hands were shaking, but she managed to dial the number.

9-1-1 what's your emergency?

"I'm at 21307 Cherry Blest apartments. I have an adult pregnant female with slit wrists. I need medical units now!"

"This is Firefighter Emerson Sharpe badge number 315679. Send RA units now!"

Emery inhales a shaky breath and her eyes blur with tears. It was all hitting her. She might lose her child. Her wife.

Her dream...

Her everything.

"Helena, come on, baby. Don't do this to me! Don't leave me!" She presses her hands against Helena's bleeding wrists. "Shit." She takes her jacket off and presses it against Helena's wrists.

"I-I need you. Don't go!" Emery hiccups. Her hearing starts to go in and out to the point she can't even hear herself crying. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of the things I said, okay? I didn't. I'm sorry I didn't see you, okay? But, I'm...I'm here now and I'm not running away--Helena!"

Emery didn't know how long it had been of her waiting and crying. But at some point between all of that, the paramedics got there. She was so out of it, that Emery didn't even hear when they came in.

Emer had felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head to see Hen and Chimney standing there. Chimney helps up the girl and Emery's breathing quickens.

"I...I didn't know what to do. I'm not a paramedic, I couldn't..." Emery's voice shakes and she lets out another sob harder that shakes her entire body. Chimney wraps his arms around Emery.

Her hearing was still out, the ringing nonstop. Suddenly she feels Chimney tense. Emery lifts her head and turns to Hen. "Why'd you stop?"

"Em—"

"Hen, please." Emery walks back over to her.

Hen looks back at Chim and then at Emery, tears stinging her eyes. "Emerson, I am so sorry."

"No, don't apologize. Bring her back—give her back!"

"She was already gone before we got here."

Emery's stomach drops and her entire body just feels like she's been hit by a truck. She couldn't move, all she could feel was pain. Her eyes stayed in Hen's but then she looked down at Helena's lifeless body. Her wife's lifeless body. Dead body.

Her wife was dead. Helena was dead...?

Suddenly like a snap of a twig, Emery lets out a gut-wrenching wail. Hen doesn't hesitate to pull Emery into a warm hug. Hoping to ease some of the pain of her friend.

"My baby..." Emery wails. "My baby..."

ℳ𝓎 ℰ𝓂ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃♥

𝒟ℴ𝓃'𝓉 𝑔ℴ 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒷𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴℴ𝓂. 𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 9-1-1.

I. Love. You.

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author's note.

I told you this season was going to be a lot...

Also, the next few chapters are going to be stand-alone. They're not going to follow the show.

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