Sorry for the delay with this one. I hope it's worth the wait.

It had been three weeks since Emma had sent her email, and nothing had happened.

Not that she had expected it to.

It had been a desperate attempt, by a desperate woman, to help save her son, and she knew that the chances of it even being read by the right person were slim.

But when Emma arrived at the hospital that morning, it was to find the children's ward full of a kind of restless energy it had never possessed before. The place was usually so somber and resigned, given the prognosis for most of its patients. But that morning, it felt like there was a feeling of anticipation in the air.

"Belle, what's going on?" she asked, as she found one of Henry's favourite nurses emerging from another patient's room.

"You don't know?" Belle asked, a frown creasing her brow. "I could have sworn Whale said they were here for Henry."

"Henry? Who's here for Henry?" she demanded, as her eyes flicked over to the room her son had been living in for the past few months. Emma didn't care who the hell these people were, she wasn't letting them anywhere near her son. She moved to push past Belle so she could make her way down the hall to work out what was going on, but stopped dead when Doctor Whale emerged from Henry's room, pulling off his latex gloves as he did.

"Ahh, Miss Swan," he greeted. "Just the person I was looking for. Do you mind if I have a word in private?"

Emma's heart sank.

Private conversations with her son's doctor never resulted in good news.

"Sure," she reluctantly agreed, handing the bag of food she'd brought with her to Belle, (who promised that Henry would get it), before she followed the doctor into one of the few empty rooms on the ward. Emma was a little surprised to find that two other men were already waiting inside of it, one pacing in front of the window whilst the other sat on the empty bed, swinging his legs back and forth.

"Miss Swan, I believe you know Mr. Gold and Mr. Jones." Doctor Whale pointed to each of the other gentlemen in turn, as they both raised their heads to meet her eyes. While they looked vaguely familiar to her, Emma knew that she'd never had any kind of personal contact with either of them before.

"No, sorry. Are you a part of Henry's consulting team?" she asked. Both men were dressed in jeans and t-shirts, which suggested to Emma that they weren't doctors. But she knew better than to judge people by their clothing preferences.

The older one laughed a little as he stepped forward and away from the window he'd been pacing in front of. "Allow me to make the introductions, Miss Swan. I am Robert Gold, manager for Manchester United Football Club. And this is my Captain, Killian Jones."

Emma's eyes widened as she took in the two men standing in front of her, before she began to laugh. Hysterically.

"Is this some kind of a joke?" she demanded, turning back to face Whale. "If it is… it's not funny. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my son."

"You wrote this email, right?" the younger one asked, taking a small step closer to her. His accent threw Emma for a moment, but when she turned back to face him, her eyes were drawn down to a well-crumpled piece of paper in his hands. "Your son Henry is sick, and you wanted our help?"

"Oh my God. You actually read that?"

"Yeah. We did. Well, Gold told us about it and then we read it." Emma's eyes flicked over to Mr. Gold, who nodded his agreement, before settling back on the younger man's face. "The entire team's here today, ready to make arrangements to be tested to see if we're a match for your son. And if none of us are, then we're going to put it out as an announcement at the next game. The first person to come forward for testing who's a match for Henry will win a free season ticket for the rest of their life. It's not much, but it's the best we can do for our biggest fan."

Emma's hand flew to her mouth to try and cover the sob that left it. Whale caught her just as her knees gave out, and she sank to the floor in a flood of tears. Both of the other men in the room looked a little uncomfortable at the sight of a crying woman, but neither of them said anything as the doctor whispered small words of comfort to her.

"Thank you," she finally mumbled, when she was once again all cried out. It felt like all Emma did anymore was cry. She'd stopped being ashamed of doing it in front of others when she'd first heard the word leukaemia. "Thank you so much for this. Henry's not going to believe me when I tell him you're here."

"He should do," Gold replied with a chuckle, as he pulled out his phone. "The rest of the team have been posting bloody selfies with him all morning. This is apparently their idea of laying low."

Emma took the small device that was being held out to her as another sob threatened to break free. She scrolled through tweet after tweet from Gold's team members, all sharing various pictures of themselves sat around Henry's now familiar bed, with her son's wide smile beaming back at her.

"We hope you don't mind them being posted," Jones stepped in to offer. "Henry said it would be okay."

"It's fine. It's absolutely fine."

Emma couldn't pull her eyes away from the tweets that were scrolling across the screen faster than she could keep up with. The ones without pictures praised the strength and sense of humour her little boy had shown so far in his fight, and there were even some from members of the public who sent their well-wishes for his recovery, or asked about becoming donors themselves.

She'd never seen anything quite like it before.

"Well, how about we let you get back to Henry to enjoy some breakfast, whilst we make a start on getting everyone tested?" Whale suggested, finally breaking the awkward silence that had settled over the room.

Emma handed Mr. Gold his phone back and watched as he followed Whale out of the room, already deep in conversation about how he would need the procedures to be spread out, so as not to interfere with the game the team had that weekend.

"After you, Miss. Swan." Jones held the door open for her to leave first, and Emma sent him a small smile of gratitude as she slipped out of the room, before making her way back down the familiar corridors towards the one her son was resting in.

"Hey, Mum, you're never gonna believe what's happening," Henry called out, the moment she rounded the door to his room. There were three other people still sat at his bedside that Emma didn't recognise. But the excited tone his voice carried had her smile already stretching wider than it had since the original diagnosis had been made.

"I think I will, Kid," she chuckled, as she made her way over to his side to drop a kiss to his forehead. The other people inside of the room seemed to take that as their cue to leave, as they each approached Henry once more with a promise they'd return soon, before heading back out to meet with their manager.

"I have to call Grandpa," Henry declared, almost bouncing on the bed with his excitement. "He's gonna be sooooooo jealous when he finds out the whole team were here."

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