She truly did not know him. When he entered the room, she was lying still on the bed, looking out the window attached to her small, quiet room. She said nothing, her gaze didn't seem to move from the one spot she seemed so focused on. Gold felt his heart dying inside him. He wanted to grab hold of her and kiss her, thankful she was well, but he knew that it would scare her, and possibly get him thrown out.

"B-Sarah," He stuttered over her thought name. Sarah didn't suit her. It had no joy, no cleverness, and no beauty. Nothing like Belle truly was. "Dr. Whale said you would like to see me." The statement was as short as he could muster. Anything more and he would have broken down in front of her, he could see the changes in her already. There was no light in her eyes; she seemed almost trapped in these walls. Gold knew she had no place she thought of as home to go to when she was released from the hospital, maybe, if he played his cards right, she would come and stay with him, and he could slowly start building her memories back up.

Belle seemed distant, almost not alive. She didn't move, didn't speak, if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of her chest, he would have called a nurse in to assist. "Sarah?" Gold moved to sit on her bed, just one hip, his leg still sat on the floor, his cane in hand, Bae's shawl in his jacket; he sat and waited for her to respond.

He sat there for what seemed like hours, and yet she said nothing. It was like staring at a painting. Gold couldn't help but reach up and stroke her cheek with the back of his hand, stroking it over and over, silently praying he could, somehow, bring her back to him. "Dearie?" He whispered.

Belle jumped, her body jackknifed up into a sitting position as her eyes roamed the room franticly. Finally, they settled on Mr. Gold. She recognized him. He had brought her to the hospital, he had called her that name, what was it, Brittney, Brianna? No, Belle. It was Belle. Who was Belle, why did he confuse her with this other woman? So many questions formed in her mind, but she decided to start out with a simple greeting. "I'm sorry, I must have been thinking. I'm Sarah." She hesitantly reached out her hand to him, the smallest of smiles on her face, if he had not been looking for one, he would not have seen it.

"Hello, Sarah, my name is Mr. Gold." Touching her hand felt like flames, begging him to pull her closer to him, to hold her close and never let her go. But, alas, he could not.

"Mr. Gold." She seemed to be soaking the words on her tongue as she spoke them. She had a look on her face that read clear as day. She didn't think the name suited him. She was probably running through names that would suit him better in her head right now. "I wanted t-thank you for bringing me to the hospital, though I don't know how I left here in the first place." The way she talked was different. It wasn't the same as before, not as sweet, teasing, innocent. It was harsh, quick, to the point, there was no Belle left inside her.

It seemed as if his Belle was lost.

Stop it! He screamed at himself, this is your Belle, she's in there somewhere, and you just have to find a way to bring her out. With that in mind, Gold was very cautious with his next words, making sure not to offend or cause any type of hurt. "Sarah, do you know why you were in here in the first place?" His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, he was so close to tears he wanted to stop fighting it and let them fall, but he wouldn't. That would only confuse her, make her anxious. He didn't want to do that to his Belle, he wanted to bring back her smile, her laugh, just to bring back her and hold her close to him.

He would find a way to do it.

"Yes, I had delusions, thinking I was some fairy tale person from some other world, my father finally couldn't take my delusions anymore so he had me committed to the asylum. I was there since I was nine." Gold couldn't describe half of the emotions running through him right now. Despair, love, sadness, hope, love, anger, and a need for revenge. Hook had better be dead.

"Nine? Y-you were barely a child." He was in horror, what kind of twisted game had Regina played with his sweet girl's mind? He could see it in her eyes; she thought she was truly crazy. How could he convince her otherwise?

Belle shrugged her shoulders. "It was what was best for me, I guess. My father made the choice and I'll stand by it and him."

Gold could feel his blood boiling. Yes, revenge would feel very good right about now. "Dearie, do you remember why you got shot?" He tried to keep him voice level , a hard task to do when he was bottling up his tears.

Belle simply shook her head. "No, I have no idea why someone would shoot me, unless I was going after them…" Her voice trailed off, as if she was truly thinking she had hurt someone.

"No, dear, no. You didn't go after anyone, I promise you." Belle simply stared out her window, pain filling her gaze.

"Oh, I meant to ask you, who's-" He voice tailed off again as someone walked by their door, and Gold got a clear look at who it was.

Hook.

It all happened very quickly, no sooner had Hook come into view than did Belle push herself as far back into her bed as possible, and began to scream bloody murder.

The same look that was in Gold's eyes matched Belle's scream.

Cold. Hard. Murder.