~: Henry :~

"I'm fine," Henry told her for the fourteenth time. "I don't need to go on the hospital."

"Get out of the car, Henry," Regina spat, getting out of the car and slamming the door shut. She was angry. He was kind of worried she would get mad and blame Miss Blanchard for it, but it didn't have anything to do with her. She'd been the one that had called Regina out to get him from school.

Henry grimaced, and opened the car door, slinging his book bag across his back, where the Evil Queen escorted him through the main hospital doors. He made a face at clerk when she asked his adopted mother what had happened.

"He hit his head on a monkey bar at recess," Regina's voice was irritated, "Can we check for a concussion?"

The clerk nodded, "That's a nasty bruise there. We'll see what Doctor Whale has to say about it," the clerk said, and gave Regina a clipboard. Henry sighed, and sat down next to her. The last time he'd been to the hospital was when Prince Charming woke up. He fidgeted impatiently as Regina scrawled things out on the clipboard. Name, birth date, his allergies, how he'd gotten his injury everything like that.

She signed the signature at the bottom, Regina Mills, and then told him to stay put, "I'll be right back," she told him.

He would stay put then. What was there to do in a hospital? All he really wanted to do was go see his real mom, and talk about Operation: Cobra, but that would get Emma into trouble.

He watched absentmindedly as she turned in the clipboard to the clerk, and then as her high heels clicked on the way to a door he'd never paid much attention to before that read the word "Exit." His interest was piqued as he typed in a number. 10, 23, 11.

He tilted his head as his adopted mom checked to make sure if anyone was watching. He pretended to be interested in the painting next to him. When he looked back she was disappearing through the mysterious door. What was in that door? He stood up abruptly, and, looking around at the busy room, ran over to the door just as it began to swing shut. He caught it just in time with his foot.

There were stairs. Dark stairs. Stairs that lead down into a yellow, dank basement.

Operation: Cobra had never been more exciting. He dove down the stairs as he heard Regina ask, "Any visitors today?" He saw her from behind, staying just out of sight, only seeing her shoes.

There was a new voice. "No ma'am. Not once, not ever. You know that," the new voice sounded irritated.

"Well, how has she been?" Regina sounded annoyed.

"She ate today, and she's been taking her pills regularly. There's nothing the matter with her," the other voice, a woman's voice huffed.

"Will you show me her?" Regina asked.

"Are you going to – encourage her today?" the woman asked, and her voice was somehow excited.

"No, no, I just want to see her," Regina said firmly.

"Alright," the woman sounded disappointed, "This way ma'am."

He heard Regina's heels click away, and he crept as quietly as he could down the stairs. The Evil Queen was holding someone captive?

He got a glimpse down the hallway to see his adoptive mom and the lady disappear around a corner, and a large, bulky man scrubbing away at the floors. Henry's eyes widened. The Evil Queen had an ogre guarding the captive? This was more serious than he realized.

He gathered his courage. He was going to look on the desk for clues. If he was spotted by the ogre he was toast for sure, but if he moved quickly enough- he darted across the way to reach the desk just as he heard the nurse say, "Oh, I forgot the keys."

"Then hurry and go get them," the Mayor sounded irritable, "I don't have a lot of time."

Henry saw the keys she was talking about on a hook next to the desk. He leapt under the desk just as the nurse walked into view. She grabbed the keys, and headed back the way she had come.

Henry panted, looking up at the large medication cabinet, full of syringes and bottles. He gulped, and moved to look at the filing cabinet, one partially open with a file sticking out of it. He grabbed the file, and peered inside. There was a picture of a girl there, with bright blue eyes. The file read "Isabelle Marie French – Room Number 014." She was pretty, with a small smile around her mouth.

"Thank you," he heard Regina say.

Henry blanched, looking around him frantically. The only way to escape was up those stairs. He took the file, and closed the drawer quickly. Without even looking he bolted for the stairs, stumbled up them as fast as he could, his back pack bouncing around until he reached the door.

"Anytime," he heard the nurse say frostily as he closed the door gently after him.

When Regina came out of the door he was sitting right where she'd left him, doodling on a note pad. She looked at him suspiciously. He was too serene. He looked up at her just as Doctor Whale stepped towards her, catching the Mayor's attention. Henry took the opportunity to stuff the file into his back pack from where he'd been sitting on it.

He had to talk to Emma.