Sorry, I haven't updated this in a while. Anyway, this chapter came to me out of nowhere and I thought it was a good (and scary) idea for a family story. I hope you like it, please review on this! Also, I'll take ideas or prompts for what could happen next, because I'm not sure exactly what will. Thank you! Enjoy!

Regina helps Emma pack the suitcases into the bug while Neal holds Henry, who seems to be completely happy as he doesn't yet know that the numbers in the house are about to change dramatically once again.

It's the day Neal and Emma are leaving to go back to their home. There have already been tears spilled on every end, but they all know that they have responsibilities there and that they'll be back here soon enough.

Neal smiles at Henry and gives him one last kiss on the forehead before handing him to Regina. Emma smiles over at them and kisses Henry's head one more time as well before they get into the car and begin driving off, both of them with tears falling from their eyes, wishing they hadn't had to say goodbye to their son again.

Over time, they get back into the swing of things, laughing and talking and having a good time. They stop at some hotel about six hours away from Regina's house after getting dinner.

Neal settles down on the bed and Emma goes to get in the shower. He waits for her to get out so he can do the same, staying put on the bed and drinking a coke.

Emma gets out of the shower and begins brushing her hair and Neal's getting some clothes out of his suitcase when the phone rings. Emma rushes to pick it up, seeing as she doesn't get phone calls from people all that often when she finds Regina's name flashing across her screen.

She shows it to Neal before picking it up and he waits, wanting to maybe talk with his son's mother as well. He doesn't get a chance to, though.

The phone call ends within five minutes and the whole time Neal's getting an insane feeling in the pit of his stomach that there's something wrong. From the time the look on Emma's face falls from a happy one, to a worried one, to a crying one.

She puts the phone down and looks up at him, already beginning to shuffle around and throw things back into the suitcase. "We need to go back. There's something wrong with Henry, he's running a really high fever and he was shaking and she's taking him to the hospital right now but we need to go. Neal, are you even listening?!" she asks, looking up and finding him just standing and staring at her.

She throws a shirt at him and he snaps out of it, looking up at her, staring stupidly and awaiting further instruction. "Start mo-ving!" she shrieks and his eyes go wide as she hits him with the shirt hard on the arm. He runs into the bathroom and grabs a few things from the counter and they rush off, paying the bill for whatever five minutes they were in the room.

They throw things haphazardly into the car and drive off, Emma brushing the rest of her hair in the car. They're both shaking with nerves by the time they pull up into the hospital parking lot six hours later and they run in, finding Regina sitting in the waiting room, her leg bouncing up and down in some kind of a fidgety way.

She stands and pulls Emma into a hug and then Neal, too. "What happened?" Emma asks, worriedly. She knows that Henry sometimes gets sick, but never this bad and it's normally just a little cough. She thought that was normal, though, not something so serious as to land in the hospital!

Regina shakes her head and sits back down, Emma going beside her and Neal sitting on the coffee table across from them. "I don't know. He was fine when you left and then about two hours later, he started shaking. I took his temperature and saw that he was running a low-grade fever, so I gave him some Tylenol like the doctor told me to, but it didn't help. Then, he started burning up and breathing funny and I brought him here," she explains, wringing her hands and sighing.

Neal nods, putting his hand on her arm. "You did the right thing," he says and Emma nods, too, putting her hand on her forehead and running it across it, worriedly and sighing, leaning back against the chair.

They all sit in the waiting room for a couple hours, not knowing what to say or do besides just sit and wait. The doctor doesn't come out and they don't know exactly why, but they all agree that no news is good news, that that means that whatever it is, Henry's still alive.

That's all that matters to them. That they're all still alive and that Henry is in the best care he can be in.

The doctor comes out a few hours after Emma and Neal arrive at the hospital and stands in front of all three of the worried parents. "It's the flu. It's a mild case, it was caught early on. We're gonna go ahead and give him some liquid medicines that'll hopefully bring the fever down and make him stop shaking, but you can come into the room and hold him and all that. We just want to keep him overnight, just in case." he says and everybody sighs in relief.

They all stand and follow the doctor - in this case, their miracle worker- into the back where all the rooms are. He opens up the door and they follow him into it, to the middle of the room where there's a crib containing their son. Emma reaches down and picks him up and nobody objects, seeing as she might as well have been the most worried out of all of them.

She puts her hand on the back of his head and he reaches up and puts his hand on her shoulder, letting out a tiny little baby sigh. She smiles softly and let's go of his head. He reaches up tiredly and puts his hand on her nose and she laughs a little bit, taking it off. "Henry, you scared me. Yes, you did. You're good at that, aren't you?" Emma asks in a little baby voice and he smiles, clapping his hands together just like normal.

The doctor turns around from the counter and walks over to them, standing on the opposite side of the empty crib. "So, this medicine might temporarily make him a little bit tired; less active. Is it still okay to give it to him?" he asks and they all nod, looking at their son, who was okay and alive and healthy instead of the opposite; how they thought he'd be.

Henry snuggles up against Emma's chest and the doctor asks her to sit down and hold onto him while he gives the boy his medicine. Henry squirms about and cries a bit while the doctor gives it to him, but when Emma turns him back around, he cuddles right back up against her chest and begins to fall asleep, and Emma doesn't even want to move and put him back down in the crib because she's just so happy that he's finally okay and safe and she knows it.