Disclaimer: I don't own Jekyll and Hyde.

Henry's point of view
I stand at her bedside watching her sleep. She is, at this moment the most magnificent creature I have ever set my eyes on. I cannot disturb her sleep. I feel my heart pulsate a little faster. I had always loved Emma. Since she was brought here she became a dear friend of mine but now there is a different feeling that is inside of me. My heart swells as does other parts of me.

I try to brush off this feeling. It's not morally correct. I know she has been feeling the same way about me that I've been feeling about her. I also kno that I'm not supposed to feel this way about her. She's got problems. She has weaknesses. Wouldn't I be taken advantage of her weakness by loving her? My brain says yes. My heart sometimes ignores my brain. I knelt to her level and brushed my lips up against her forehead hoping I would not wake her. Of course she stirred and woke.
"Henry," she said, "Well this is a wonderful way to wake up." For a second I could not find my voice. Her musical voice seemed to blend into my brain and disrupt my own thoughts.

It didn't alarm me that she called me Henry. She had called me by my first name ever since we first developed a friendship. The first time she called me by my name it surprised me a little. I think that was when I first realized how much I cared for her. It wasn't until today however that it became evidant in my soul how much she meant to me.
"Good morning Emma," I said softly, "I hope you slept well."
"I slept like a dream," Emma said giggling slightly. She had to be a giggler. She was always laughing. She was always cheerful. Despite the struggles she faces she never lets it control her.
"I never actually saw a dream sleep," I joked and she laughed again.

Her laughter was musical. I had just been to the sympany the other day but Emma's laughter could have made their music seem like a children's band.
"I have something for you," I told her. I sat down next to her and took out of my pocket a little doll that Emma had admired. She was very found of pretty things and at one of the meetings she had noted this doll was beautiful.
"Henry," she said, "That's the doll I admired."
"Yes," I told her, "I felt you should have it." She hugged me for a long minute. I relished in her embrace.

"Thank you," she said after releasing me from the embrace.
"Well I'm glad you like the doll," I said.
"I love the doll," Emma said, "But it's more then that. You're an amazing friend. You're always lifting me up when I'm down. Even when I'm stupid-" I held up one hand.
"You are never stupid," I told her firmly.

One of Emma's worst problems is that she has very low self esteem. She is always putting herself down and that's one thing I can't understand. She's so sweet and thoughtful and loving. I will never allow her to put herself down.
"Fine," Emma said, "Whenever I do things that are not the best, you never make me feel stupid or bad or any of that bad things."

I started to respond but she continued.
"You also take the time to listen," Emma continued.
"Well I would hope so," I said laughing, "People need to listen in order to understand."
"Yeah and you get that," Emma said, "Unlike many people"

The sad truth is that Emma was right. Most people DON'T get it. They are looking for quick answers to very complicated questions. I'm looking for real solutions and a variety of them for that matter. As Emma pointed out every person is different and what some people find easy as pie others can't handle. There are more then one answers to most questions. I put my hand on Emma's shoulder which I found is a way of connecting with her and letting her know I care. She was a part of me now. She had my heart. I didn't tell anyone that but everyone knew, including Ms. Emma Carew.
"I'll leave you to get dress now," I told Emma, "I shall be back shortly."
"Alright Henry," she said, "I'll see you soon." That was the last day Emma was my friend. That day it became something more