The tears were a surprise, but Emma's view of that particular medic was blocked the moment the other one came into view.

"Bring him into the back." Emma nodded, and it was only when she crawled into the side door of the ambulance and set the boy down on the cot that she got a good look at him. His hair was covered in soot, not unlike hers would be by the end of the day she guessed, and even though his eyes were shut he appeared far from sleep. She hadn't even thought to check if he was breathing, but when her eyes traveled to the chest, it was making rapid movements. Without thinking about it, she went to check for a pulse, and even though it was rapid, it was there. The woman that had been crying moments earlier came into the little space and was already attatching a mask to him.

"So, here's what I got," Emma stated, starting into an action that she had done often in New York but not so often here. "We found him and his class in the school, the room was in pretty bad shape and they were trapped. Class is over with your guys, getting checked out. He was down on the floor when we found him. Classmates say his name is-"

"Henry," the woman cut her off.

"Yeah. Henry. You know him, I'm guessing?"

"You could say that. Grab some blankets for him. Now."

The action was automatic, and while Emma reached for them and started to cover him, they were trying to attach him to machines, rather unsuccessfully.

"I don't think those will work. He's going to-"

"Thank you so much for telling me how to do my job," the lady snarled. The other medic gave a brief, apologetic look before looking for a line. Emma could hear a soft whine from the boy, and while the woman seemed to freeze for a moment, she went right back to her work.

"Regina. We're going to have to start driving. Shock." Regina. Okay. Emma could connect the face with a name now, at least.

"Get Aurora. I'm going to need another set of hands back here. In case-"

"I can help," Emma offered, and Regina shot her a disbelieving look.

"Contrary to popular belief, not anyone can just hop into the job. And don't you have a fire to fight?"

"I was an EMT-Firefighter in New York. My license is still valid. I can help."

There was only a moment of hesitation before a quick nod to Kathryn.

"If you so much as falter in what I tell you to do, Kathryn will pull this rig over and you two will switch spots immediately. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Fine. Go code three."

And then, with that, they were off. Emma had almost forgotten what it was to ride like this, fast and visceral with someone else there who could be dying. It was an addicting feeling, and while she didn't know if she liked it or not, she wasn't about to complain.

"There's a combi in the top right drawer. I want you to grab it just in case. Ambu is right next it. Get it ready, check it, and if anything happens I'll have him ready to go. You're familiar with shock procedure?"

"Yeah. I'll get started with that."

And the weird thing, for both of them, was that for a second they forgot that they were complete strangers. Emma was a bit rusty, but she could remember the basics, she could remember that as long as he was breathing and his heart was beating everything was okay for now, and even though the whimpering sounds the kid made only made her heart ache for him, she could block them out and focus on the fact that, at the very least, he was alive.

"There's a narc box in the left. Open it and find Sublimaze."

"Fentanyl?"

"He's in pain. So yes. Fentanyl."

She pulled up the vial and handed it to Regina, who glanced at the lettering and the date before starting to draw some up. "Watch him. Carefully."

It was so deliberately slow, so when finally it was done and Regina had thrown the needle away in the sharps container, Emma was almost afraid to look at the clock. However, the kid seemed to fine, he seemed to settle moments later, and his breathing seemed fine.

"I was scared he was going to stop."

"Which is why I told you to watch him." She glanced up at Emma and then back down at the boy, running her hands through his hair almost too carefully, and Emma found that as she sat down she had the urge to do something to try and keep him calm. She grabbed his hand loosely, and bit her lip as she looked down at him.

"He's so small."

"As most children are, you'll find."

"I know that. It's just…I don't know."

"Aren't a fan of pediatrics?"

"Who is?"

Regina gave her a curt nod and sighed. Almost on cue, the lights and sirens were cut off, and they were in a garage. Kathryn opened the back doors and lifted the tail, before gesturing for them to come out and help her.

The rest flashed by. Give a report, walk out, hope the kid would be okay.

"So," Emma started as she approached Kathryn. "When things cool down we'll have to see if the school has a record for who this kids parents are, and then talk to them, right?"

Kathryn raised a brow and looked down at her paperwork. "Oh, that won't be necessary."

"What?"

"You were in the back with his parent, kid."

"Wait, what?"

"That," she said, pointing at the room where Henry, no doubt, would be out of in a few minutes. "is Henry Mills. The medic you were in back with? That was Regina Mills. Lucky you weren't torn to shreds. I think that's what she was looking for."

"Why didn't you-"

"Stay in back instead? Because that wasn't her call. She wanted to go for a reason. And I have zero doubts she did anything differently than what she would have done for any other kid."

Emma nodded slowly and then leaned against the counter.

"I should probably get back on scene, shouldn't I?"

"We'll, if you don't want James on your hind end, then yes. It would probably be a good idea. We have to go back, anyways. Get in the rig."

"What about Regina?"

Kathryn looked back into the room and then back to Emma. "I'll swing by later. I have a feeling she'll be needing some coaxing to eat."

"We're just gonna leave her? Won't she pissed?"

"Would you be?"

Emma nodded her head before she started to shake it, and then just shut her eyes tight. "Okay. Just. Give me a second, okay?"

"What? Are you going to talk to a wolf when her packs wrecked?"

"No. Yes. I just…" Emma sighed and rubbed her eyes. "Just a sec."

She poked her head into the room, where she could see Regina leaning against the wall, watching doctors and making some comments. She only poked her head up to notice Emma for a brief moment.

"Hi. Me and Kathryn are gonna go back on scene. We can swing by and pick you up later?"

"That sounds…Acceptable. Go back to your fire, Miss…"

"Swan. Emma Swan."

"Miss Swan." It was a very quick dismissal before her attention was back on her boy, and Emma nodded slowly before backing out, and turning to face Kathryn.

"Let's go back."