TW: Panic Attacks

/Night of the Final Battle/

It was all a blur to Henry, the last thing he remember was Emma getting stabbed, after that everything was mushed together. He remembers certain aspects of the nights events, he remembers strong arms holding him, he remembers cries of anguish, he remembers a white sheet being put over her cold dead body, but the one thing left imprinted on his mind, is the blood. The blood that stained her shirt, blood that shouldn't be there, blood he so desperately attempted to stop from spilling out, but the damage had been done.

Now he stands in his grandparents apartment with the rest of his remaining family with no idea how he got there, he looks down at his hands subconsciously and the dry blood on his hands brakes him out of his trance. This was her blood, he directs all of his attention on getting that cruel reminder off. He runs to the nearest sink and started scrubbing, but no matter what he does it won't come off, in fact the more he tries to get it off the more blood he saw. He tries desperately to wash it off, but no matter what he does he can't seem to get the dreadful red liquid off his skin.

Regina sees her son run to the sink and start ferociously washing something, she doesn't pay much attention until about three minutes later when she sees him still there muttering under his breath. She goes to him both worried and confused while the weight of tonight's events still dawned heavily on her. Once she reaches her son she sees him harshly scrub his perfectly clean hands while muttering, "I can't get it off, I can't get it off" continuously, "Henry," she says trying to be as calm as possible but that all went away went he didn't respond, "Henry!" she says louder, "HENRY!" she yells and finally catching his attention. "Honey, what are you doing?" she asks returning to her calm tone, the last thing she needs was to agitate him more. "I have to get the blood off." He says determinedly in a monotone voice, seeing as there isn't a spect of red on his hands, other than the irritated skin, she is obviously concerned, but fights to seem calm. "What are you talking about? Theres no more blood." Henry turns to his hands and to his surprise the only liquid soaking his hands is water, he could've sworn there was still blood. "I'm sorry" he whispers and runs upstairs.

It's been about thirty minutes since Henry ran upstairs and Regina decides to go and talk to him, he is laying in his mother's old bed facing the wall his back to Regina who is standing at the top of the staircase. She has no idea what to say to him especially considering the little episode he just had. "Honey," she says cautiously as she approaches him, "Hey, do you want to talk?" He barely acknowledges he and answers with a harsh "No" hoping she would leave. She doesn't have a single clue on how to help him grieve and decides to try and fulfill whatever need he might have in attempts to comfort him.

"Are you hungry?"

"No"

"Thirsty?"

"No"

"Are you sure? You haven't eaten since before the wedding. Whatever food or drink you want it's yours"

"I'm not hungry" he responds with venom in his voice

"Do you want me to stay until you fall asleep?"

"For the last time no, would you just leave me alone!" he screams sitting up to face her and returning to his position quickly after. If she thought she was clueless before she was wrong, unsure on how to respond she went down stairs. Worry ran through her, Henry had never acted this way, part of her told her it was just his grieving process and she should leave alone, but being the mother that she is she couldn't let it go.

Back downstairs Snow and Charming are sitting in each others arms on the couch silently crying into each others embrace. She knows they would be no help so she turns to the pirate. He is sitting in an arm chair in the far back corner, in his hand he had his probably almost empty flask of rum which he drank in silence while looking out the window. She knows an angry pirate is nothing to mess with, but this is her son she is talking about, besides she isn't afraid of a pirate. She gathers her thoughts and approaches the pirate with caution and empathy. "Ho-Killian"

"What do what your majesty?" he asks not looking away from the window. "It's Henry"

"What about him?" "Well with everything that's happened I'm worried about him, but he won't talk to me."

"And?" he says clearly done with the conversation. "And I was wondering if you could talk to him." Killian thinks about it for a moment and then stands up, Regina is about to thank him when he turn her down with a simple "No"

"What do you mean no?" she asks following him as he starts for the door.

"I mean no I won't talk to him." They are in the living room now so Emma's parents can now hear their discussion.

"Come on Killian, I know your hurt-"

"Hurt is an understatement as to how I feel now" he says interrupting her, but she continues regardless. "Look I'm just asking for your help."

"You want my help, I'll give you a piece of advise, leave him be." he says as he takes another swing at his rum flask. David seems to catch on to the subject and jumps in, "You don't have to do much just talk to him." Killian turns to face David "If it's so important why don't you talk to him."

"He needs more than a grandfather right now." The words seem to stunt him, he meant father, he feels a sense to run up there and comfort him, he is technically his step father now, or was, not sure how that works. But the feeling went away as quickly as it came, he couldn't face the boy, not now. So instead he just stormed out of the loft, leaving a shocked mourning family behind.

/Present Time/

Last night Killian soothed Henry after his nightmare and now it was like the tension there was before was never even there, things between them seemed to flow smoothly the next morning. "Mornin'" Henry said walking down the stairs to meet Killian in the kitchen. "Hello lad, tell me what would you like for breakfast."

"I'll take a Pop Tart," Killian stares confusedly, "Don't worry, I'll get it." Once his Pop Tart is done he sat down while the pirate drinks his coffee. "That's hardly breakfast lad." He says once he sees what the boy intended to eat.

"It is and it's delicious".

"Alright lad I'll allow it. So what are your plans for today?" Henry shrugs, seeing as he had no plans Killian stepped in. "Perfect, you can finally show me how to use you magic box thing".

"X-Box" Henry says correcting him. "Why X it makes no sense" the prate states in pure confusion, Henry seems to notice and shrugs it off "Doesn't matter, sounds fun."

Henry's in a good mood so Killian sees it as an opportunity to try and get answers, "So, no Regina today?" he asks trying to be subtle. "No," Henry answers while starting to get a little defensive, "Why?"

"No reason, just wondering if you were going over, or maybe getting lunch like before."

"Yeah well no, we're not."

"Alright, but at least answer me this," he presses not taking the hint, "What happened between you two?" Henry gets ticked off and responds harshly, "Nothing, and even if it did it's none of your business." He was about to storm upstairs when Hook stops him realizing his mistake. "Henry wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry, just making conversation."

"Ok, Sorry I snapped" the boy said with some guilt, but it was obvious he rebuilt one of his walls, like mother like son.

They played video games all day, well, Henry tried to teach Killian to play, he wasn't very successful. The distance between them was back, but all there focus went into the games, so there wasn't much room to talk anyways. It was about midnight and Henry was finding it impossible sleep, he could hear faint muffled cries coming from across the hall, and that combined with his mothers absence weighing down his heart was too much, if he said in the house any longe he was going to start screaming or crying or both. He texted Violet to meet him outside her house and snuck out, now they are walking around the lonely streets of the town.

The young couple walk hand in hand along the dark silent streets without speaking. Violet understands that Henry's going thorough a lot so she toughs it out with him, if walking in silence at one thirty in the morning is what he needed then that's what she would do. Henry knew this and was grateful, even though they didn't say much just having her there calmed him down. They start approaching Main Street and Henry stops in his tacks leaving Violet extremely confused. "Let's go the other way" he suggested, anxiety and fear making his chest tighten. "Why would we go the other way, we would just be heading out to the town line or back where we came from its pointless." she contradicted. Henry didn't feel like explaining himself so he took her hand again ready to walk towards the very place he watched his birth mother die. "Yeah your right, my brain glitched for a moment, let's go."

They are walking past Granny's and Violet can feel Henry's hand tighten around hers, he is trying so hard not to look onto the street next to him, but his head involuntarily turns around. He sees Emma standing there with Gideon in front of her, 'No this already happened why are they there' he tells himself, but they won't go away. He sees her gets stabbed again, just like last time and he feels as if he isn't breathing. He is trying to tell himself this isn't happening again, that it's all in his head but it's not making the image go away, it's all he can see.

He felt like he was having a heart attack. His breathing was labored and his palms felt incredibly sweaty. He was sure it would burst, his heart. He hears a sound in the distance but his brain can't process it, it's almost like he is detached from the real world, his only focus being the horrific scene infront of him and the almost impossibly fast beating of his heart threatening to crack through his chest.

Violet sees Henry stop once more but this time he is facing the street and his eyes are wide with terror. Before she can figure out what's going on he starts backing away while hyperventilating, he is back slams on a wall and he falls to the ground. She is calling his name, but he won't respond, he just whispers, "No, no, please no" and "This isn't happening again, why is this happening again." She has no idea what was causing it but she knows he's having a panic attack, trying to rack her brain for something on calming panic attacks she remembers something about holding your breath to stop hyperventilating, without thinking kisses him.

He finally becomes aware of the world and feels someone's lips on his. "How, what?" Henry said when they broke apart, still out of breath and shaking with fear. Looking around he realized he was crouched on the floor with his back to a wall. How he got there he has no idea.

"I read somewhere that holding your breath calms panic attacks and-" Violet starts explaining before Henry interrupts her, "Yeah, good thinking, thanks."

"So, do you want to tell me what that was all about." She asks worry clearly projected in her voice. The last thing Henry wants to do is talk about what he just experienced. He felt exhausted, like he had just run a marathon. In fact if it wasn't for his fear of getting a nightmare he would possibly fall asleep right then and there. But he felt he at least owed her an explanation, even it was a bit lackluster.

"That's where 'it' happened," Henry explains trying to keep as much details out as possible. Violet immediately caught on and regretted making him come through this rode. "I kinda saw 'that' happen again and well that probably triggered the panic attack." Violet suddenly feels a tremendous amount of sympathy for Henry, no one should have to watch their mother get murdered, especially not twice. "Henry, I'm so sorry" she says while squeezing his hand with reassuring strength. "Why? You didn't do anything wrong, in fact you pretty much saved me, so thanks. For saving me and for the kiss." He says trying to lighten the mood a bit. "It was my pleasure, to help you and to kiss you" she replies.

"We should probably start heading home don't you think?" she said finally breaking the silence. "Yeah," Henry replies, "Just I need to ask you something first. Please don't tell anyone about this." She is about to protest but he interrupts her, "Please, especially Killian and my mom, they're worried about me enough as it is."

"Henry I-"

"Please promise me." And she reluctantly says "I promise."

/A/N/

Yay, fourth chapter is done. I know I hadn't updated in a while I was busy with finals, but now schools out so updates will be coming in faster, I hope. Anyways I know I've been making Henry kind of a jerk theses last two chapters but it's part of his character development and how he deals with grief, and as we can see he is pretty traumatized. I also know I haven't really addressed what's going on with Henry and Regina but don't worry we're getting there, the next few chapter will focus mostly on them for a bit before moving forward into the next step. Anyways thank you to those of you who are actually reading this I hope your not getting to bored with me, also sorry for any typos I'm working on that. Thankyou :) :) :)