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When she wakes up, it's cold and dark, and the ground is hard and unforgiving underneath her. Her head is throbbing, and she's overwhelmed by a wave of nausea before she slowly rises up to sit, trying to figure out where she is. The nauseated feeling eventually subsides, thankfully, but that still leaves the question of where she's managed to find herself - and that's when she feels the weight of an arm thrown across her waist.

Mary Margaret turns over slowly to find the arm connected to a man, and in the semi-darkness, her eyes adjust to see a face she only vaguely remembers from the day before. She remembers seeing him standing on a roof, shouting something that escapes her, and after that, everything else feels like a giant blur.

She shifts her weight to find some footing to stand and puts her hand on top of something hard - and moving. Screaming, she jumps back, bumping into the man sleeping next to her in an attempt to get away from the moving rock - a shell. A crab.

"It's just a crab," she sighs, almost relieved, and turns to the man. "Hi. Uh, good morning?"

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It's been a long day, most of it consisting of Mary Margaret trying to remember where she's been and who she's dealt with over the last twenty-four hours, and by the end of it all, she's more mentally exhausted than she can ever remember being and only just starting to get her appetite back. It occurs to her then, as she's standing in the kitchen over the dinner she's making for herself, that she hasn't gone to visit David like she'd originally planned. He's still recovering in the clinic, trying to get the strength back into his legs, and the thought of him spending his evenings alone is a worse feeling than any she might have when she reminds herself of the wife back in Storybrooke.

So she makes enough dinner for two and packs it all to bring over to the clinic, a simple pairing of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup out of a thermos, and as she enters, she makes an effort to do so quietly once she realizes he's asleep in his bed, resting peacefully. It works out well, because it means she can set up his dinner for him on a tray and perch herself in the chair at his bedside, keeping the food covered for now.

She'll linger here until he wakes. It's not creepy if she watches him sleep a little while longer. Not really.