When Regina opened her eyes she was surprised to find she was in a hospital bed. It took a moment to remember she had come to the hospital for a check up.

"How are you?" Emma asked from where she was standing near the window.

"Ok, I guess. Did something happen?"

"You had a minor seizure while undergoing the MRI. Dr. Whale said you will be fine," she said. "They called me because of Henry."

"Oh, of course. Where is he?"

"He and Tink just went for a walk. Are you sure you are ok?"

"I think so," Regina said, trying to reach for the remote that would adjust the bed upwards. It was on the side of her broken arm and Emma, seeing her struggle, walked over and grabbed it.

"Tell me when," she said hitting the button so the top of the bed would rise up.

"That's good," Regina said when she was in a more seat position. "Thank you."

Emma took a seat next to the bed. "You're going to have to stop ending up in the hospital. You are beginning to worry Henry. Plus I think he has been flirting with one of the nurses, and that's a conversation I would just as assume you have with him, not me," she smiled. But she noticed Regina didn't smile. Instead she had a far-off look on her face.

"Do you want me to get the doctor or something?"

"No," Regina said, snapping back to reality. "Actually, yes. I'd like to go home."

"I'm not sure that is a good idea. It was a minor seizure, but still maybe you should stay overnight to be sure."

"I want to go home," she said looking off toward the window.

Emma could tell something was wrong, but she got up anyway to track down Whale.

…

"I recommend you stay overnight," Whale said.

"I appreciate the concern," she said. "But I prefer to be at home. I will return next week as we agreed for a check up. Perhaps the next MRI will go better."

"Next one, you aren't having a next one," Emma said before she realized people were looking for her. Regina gave her a curious look. "I'm just saying that I am sure Dr. Whale has more than enough scans of your brain and there is no reason to risk anything else happening by undergoing another of them. Have these tests even made a difference?"

She directed the last question directly to Whale. "I believe they will," he said.

"But you don't know for sure, which is why there is no reason to risk it," Emma said.

"We can discuss how we proceed next week," Whale said, dismissing Emma entirely and facing Regina. "I will have the nurse process your discharge."

Emma could scarcely believe Regina would even consider another MRI, after now having two incidents – then it hit her, Regina had said when she was having the MRI done she thought she heard her parents talking about her being sick. Now she had undergone another MRI and woken up with a quiet, thoughtfulness about her. Had it happened again? Did she remember something?

"Tink, why don't you head out, I will take Henry and Regina home," Emma said.

Tink looked from her to Regina. "Go ahead," Regina said. "We can talk tomorrow."

"Ok," Tink said. "Feel better. Call me if you need something."

She gave Henry a little hug and left.

"If nothing else, you have saved me from having a heart attack from her driving," Regina said.

"That bad?"

"As sheriff, you should definitely give her a ticket, maybe that will motivate her to improve."

"I will give it some thought."

"Thank you for the offer of a ride home," Regina said.

"You're welcome," Emma said turning to Henry. "What do you say kid, pizza for dinner?"

"Yeah!"

Emma turned back to Regina smiling, "I'd give you a vote on dinner, but you would just be outvoted in favor of pizza."

"Does that mean you are staying for dinner?"

"Yes," Emma said. "If you aren't going to stay here, someone should be at least look out for you for a little bit tonight."

…

They ate dinner, and Henry helped Emma clean up, while Regina went upstairs to lie down. Emma then spent some time with Henry, watching a movie before it was time for him to go to bed. She went upstairs with him and made sure he got tucked in – telling him to deal with the embarrassment of it. She closed his door and stood there staring at the closed door at the end of the hall. It was Regina's room. She hadn't gotten the chance to talk to the other woman privately like she hoped to. All through dinner, she could tell Regina's mind was preoccupied with other matters.

She walked to the door and listened. No sound. She knocked lightly, then again when she heard nothing. She opened the door as quietly as possible. Regina was lying on her back in bed, her eyes closed. It looked like she must have kicked some of her blankets off in her sleep. Emma went in and re-adjusted them for her. She stared at Regina a moment, hoping the other woman would sleep peacefully. She allowed herself to lightly touch the top of Regina's hand before leaving.

…

When Regina got up the next morning, she thought about staying in bed. It seemed like an easier choice than getting up. She knew if she stayed there she would do nothing but think and think about what had happened – what she had seen when was in the MRI. It was all she could think about so she supposed it didn't matter where she thought about it.

She finally got up, dressed and went downstairs. As she got to the bottom she heard voices in the kitchen. She got to the door to see Emma and Henry at the table. "Good morning," she said cautiously.

"How are you feeling?" Emma asked.

"Did you spend the night here?"

"Yeah, on the couch. I got up early and went home to change. But I brought breakfast."

"Frozen waffles," Regina said eyeing Henry's plate.

"Hey don't knock it," Emma said.

"Sit down mom." Henry said. She took a seat beside him, as Emma put two waffles in the toaster.

"You didn't answer the question, how are you feeling?"

"I'm ok," she said. Emma scrutinized her trying to figure out if that was the full truth. She decided even if it wasn't the case Regina wasn't likely to worry Henry needlessly. Once the waffles were done, she put them on a plate for Regina and passed her syrup. Regina studied them a moment, turned the plate once and then finally took a bite. "Homemade is better, but these are passable," she conceded.

"See, I'm not a bad cook."

"This doesn't make you a cook."

"She actually cooks pretty good," Henry said. "When we were in New York, she'd even make actual eggs."

"The kid has spoken," Emma said.

"Traitor," Regina said playfully pushing her son, which made him and Emma smile at the brunette.

"You are still a better cook," Henry said.

"Hey, traitor," Emma said tossing a dish towel at him. "Now get ready to go to school."

"Are you taking me?"

"Yep."

Henry left to go upstairs.

"Thanks," Regina said.

"No problem," Emma said. "I have to get to work anyway so dropping him off is no big deal. Um … I was thinking I could pop back around at lunch to check on you."

"That's not necessary," Regina said.

"I think it is," she said. "We need to talk. I know something happened in that hospital yesterday, and I would like to know what it is. I would like you to tell me what has you all I don't … upset."

"You want me to tell you what happened?" Regina said. "Fine. I will, but you have to do me the courtesy of telling me the truth of what really happened that night you found me at the stables."