Turf

"How long have they been at it?" Charming asked in her ear. Snow sighed, hanging back from the hospital bed as Emma and Regina shouted at each other. Their significant others were close by, each trying to calm their beloveds down.

"Long enough," she muttered. Henry sat on the bed, swinging his legs as he held his arm tightly to him. "How are you feeling, buddy?" asked Snow. She laid a hand on his working shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"Sore," he frowned. "Why are they mad at each other? I broke my own arm."

Snow sighed. After a long day at work, this was the last thing she needed to see. "It's hard to explain." It was always hard with this family. "How is your head? Does it still hurt?"

The boy nodded. "Next time I'll wear my helmet."

"That you will, lad," Killian cut in. "The last thing we need it another hospital trip." Snow hid her smile as the pirate ruffled Henry's hair.

Snow glanced at her daughter and step-mother. My thoughts exactly.

". . . You should have been watching him!" Regina exclaimed.

"I was! I can't keep this kid on a leash, Regina. He's going to have accidents."

"He has a concussion!"

"We don't know that yet," Snow cut in calmly. "Why don't we just take a deep breath and calm down," she suggested a little forcefully. Snow looked at the mayor. "All this yelling will only upset the baby."

"I'm not a baby!" Henry said. It took all of two seconds to realize who they were talking about. His face was the colour of a cherry. "Oh. Never mind."

Despite the tension, Henry's accidental outburst made those who weren't directly in the fight chuckle. At this point, not even a live performance of Regina's favourite musical could make her smile.

It didn't take long for the shouts to start up again. Snow caught Regina saying Emma had no legal right to her son until he was eighteen, that their arrangement was just a courtesy. If they went to court, Regina would win, she said. That really set Emma off.

"It's like a turf war," Charming commented. Snow shushed him. She glanced at the clock. Where was Whale? Neal needed to be picked up soon.

Snow was sure Emma would have done something regretful had Dr. Whale not chosen to walk in right then. He put the x-ray in the screen and turned on the light.

"Luckily, it's not as bad as we thought. Just a hairline fracture. It should heal nicely in a few weeks once we put the cast on it." Dr. Whale came to Henry's bed and pulled out a light to shine in his eyes. "How is your head feeling?" The boy explained his symptoms and it was concluded he did indeed have a minor concussion.

"He should rest for a week at least. No school and very little light. It will give him migraines." Dr. Whale wrote out a prescription to help with the pain. As soon as he left, the fighting started again. Snow had just about enough of this.

"Henry, come on. Let's get your cast and go. You'll stay with us for the week," Snow smiled. She didn't mind taking a week off. It would give her some quality time with Neal.

Henry looked between his two shouting mothers and followed his grandparents out the door. Emma and Regina didn't even notice they left.