A/N: Thank you so much to everyone! Oh, you guys are awesome for all the alerts/favorites/reviews :) Here is a new chapter for you guys since I couldn't wait and just had to start writing one. Who cares about term papers that are due in few days, right? Please enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think in a nice little review. All of them are greatly appreciated!

Disclaimer (since I forgot to put on in the first chapter...): I do not own Once Upon a Time. Things would be so different...and I would find a way to bring The Doctor in at least one episode...

"Well, she should be waking up. Without the equipment from the hospital, I can't really tell you anything about her condition until she wakes up."

"It doesn't look like she's going to wake up anytime soon though. Are you sure she's okay? And what about the baby? I'm pretty sure there's something you could be doing."

"If I had any access to magic, then maybe I could do something, but that's not my area. Why don't you go ask the blue fairy or Regina for help? You could even ask Gold for all I care! Emma wasn't the only one that was knocked out from the force of the spell. There are dozens of others who haven't woken yet, but they are fine. Now I need to check on the others."

Emma was able to slowly start opening her eyes. The first thing she noticed was how soft the ground was. It felt softer than anything she had ever laid on. The thought briefly went through her mind of her possibly laying in a pile of moss. The next thing she noticed was the ceiling above her. It wasn't completely trees, but it wasn't entirely a normal ceiling. It was stone with vines covering it. It looked just a little bit familiar, but she couldn't recall why.

She blinked, feeling a sharp pain shooting through her head. She automatically groaned and brought a hand to her head.

"Emma? Oh, thank God you're all right!"

Emma couldn't help the wince as Mary Margaret talked too loudly for her taste. "Can you please talk softer?" she grumbled, keeping her eyes closed as she tried to block out the light.

"Right, sorry. Are you feeling okay? You know what? Let me go get Dr. Whale. He just left-"

Emma gently shook her head as she grabbed on to Mary Margaret's hand to stop her from leaving. "I heard him...it's fine. Let him check up everyone else."

Mary Margaret pursed her lips, not liking the idea. But she settled back down. "We found you a bed so that you'd be more comfortable. Considering this place is in ruins, it's a miracle we found one." she reached over and brushed some of Emma's hair out of her face. "How are you feeling?

"Fine, I guess. Just…got an awful headache. What happened?" Emma finally managed to keep her eyes opened. She tried to keep her focus on Mary Margaret, but her eyes kept wandering around the room she was in. Mary Margaret had mentioned the place being in ruins...were they in the Enchanted Forest right now?

"Gold finally figured out how to send us back." Mary Margaret said with a smile. "We all ended up scattered around the palace, but we're finally back!"

Emma furrowed her brows as she processed what Mary Margaret said. "So that's what that gold blast was?"

"Yeah, Gold said he actually figured out the spell by accident and that's why it took everyone by surprise. I'll finish explain in a little bit. Let me find Dr. Whale and have him check up on you."

Before Emma could protest, Mary Margaret had left the room. Emma let out another groan as she rested her head back placed a hand over her stomach, worry starting to fill her. What if the spell did something to the baby? How would they ever find out now that they were back in the Enchanted Forest?

Thinking about the baby brought another thought to her mind: Killian Jones. She wondered where he was. Maybe he was still upset with her. Emma felt her heart sinking as she considered the idea that he didn't want to see her. But knowing him, even if he was still upset with her, he would still be in here demanding that everyone figure out a way to make her better. Was he just really that upset?

"Mom?"

Emma opened her eyes and saw Henry slowly coming in the room. She slowly sat up and smiled. "Hey,"

Henry seemed to gain more confidence as he picked up his pace and actually smiled. "You're okay," he said, sitting on the side of the bed.

Emma gave a small nod, still feeling pain. "How long have we been here?"

Henry shrugged. "Well, the sun was barely rising when we got here and now it's in the middle of the sky. Everyone's been helping to clear out the palace. I can't believer how huge this place is though! Dad said it's going to take a long time to fix this place, even with help from magic. And then he said that once we actually do finish, we have to start getting rid of the ogres." Henry paused, as if really listening to exactly what he was saying. "Ogres, Mom! Can you believe all of this stuff?" he asked with a laugh.

Emma smiled at Henry's amazement. It was crazy, everything that was happening. Maybe if she didn't have this pounding headache, she would be just as amazed as Henry.

"Do you know where Killian is?" Henry asked after a small pause.

Emma frowned. "You haven't seen him?"

Henry shook his head. "I thought he would be in here with you, but…he's not. No one else has seen him either."

Emma felt her heart clench. Something was wrong. She slowly started to get up. "We need to find him," she mumbled.

"Wait, are you sure you should be getting up?" Henry asked, already on his feet and ready to help his mom catch her balance.

"I'm fine, Henry. Let's just leave before Dr. Whale or Mary Margaret shows up."

"What are you doing out of bed?"

Emma winced as Mary Margaret came in the room as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Dr. Whale was right behind her and quickly making his way towards Emma. "Sorry, Ms. Swan, but you need to stay in bed for just a little bit longer."

"I need to find Killian though." Emma protested as Dr. Whale tried to make her sit back down.

"Don't worry about it, Mom. I can look for him." Henry suggested.

Emma shook her head. "But I need to go too."

"No, you need to stay here while Dr. Whale makes sure you and the baby are fine," Mary Margaret said with her arms crossed.

Emma groaned as she heard a confused sound escape from Henry's mouth.

"A baby?" Henry asked after a moment.

"Uh…" Mary Margaret looked at Emma, only to see her glaring back at her. "You didn't tell him?"

"I was going to do it after I told Killian," Emma growled.

"So Emma Swan is pregnant. You're going to be a big brother, Henry. Now can everyone please let me do my job?" Dr. Whale grumbled as he started touching the back of Emma's head, looking for any kind of suspcious wounds.

"I'll go with you to find Killian." Mary Margaret told Henry as she started leading him out of the room.

"But…Mom…she's going to have a baby?" Henry asked as he and Mary Margaret walked out.

Dr. Whale pulled out a flashlight from his pocket and shined it in Emma's eyes. "Well, it doesn't look like you have a concussion, so that means you and the baby are going to be just fine. You're just going to have a hell of a headache for a while."

"So can I go now?" Emma asked, already starting to stand up.

Dr. Whale made her sit back down. "No. Since I don't have any of my normal equipment, you need to stay in bed until your headache is completely gone. Better safe than sorry."

Emma continued making several protests, but Dr. Whale ignored them. "Get some rest, Ms. Swan." he said before leaving the room. "Oh and if you try leaving, there will be someone at your door, waiting."

Emma let out a heavy sigh as soon as he was gone. She didn't doubt someone would be there 'guarding' the door. So she laid back down, closed her eyes, and tried not to worry about Killian.

He could hear beeping. A steady beat. It was almost comforting. He rolled his head to the side and heard a soft groan as he did. Wait, was the one the one that made that sound? That didn't make sense though. He couldn't feel anything. Why would he-

Then, all at once he felt everything. The pain coursed through his body as easily as his own blood. Every muscle inside of him felt as if it were on fire and freezing at the same time. He held his breath as he waited for the pain to subside. The beeping picked up a few paces, but slowly lowered back down as soon as he felt the pain go away. He listened to the beeping again. He briefly wondered if he was somehow connected to the beeping.

He slowly opened his eyes, wanting to close them at the bright lights, but knowing he needed to see where he was. He was in a small room with a few odd looking contraptions surrounding him. Nothing around him looked familiar. He thought it strange that he couldn't remember how he even ended up in this room.

The door opened and an older woman walked in. She was dressed in odd clothes. Well, he thought they were odd. A purple shirt with matching pants. "Oh, good! You're awake. How are you feeling?" she asked as soon as her eyes landed on him.

He squinted his eyes as he watched her come closer. She looked at the contraptions, writing something down. Did they know each other? He couldn't ever remember seeing her before. "Do I…know you?" Wait, was that his voice? It sounded so…raspy. Why didn't he ever remember how his own voice sounded like? His head started pounding as he thought about this.

The woman looked at him and laughed a little. "Oh, honey, of course not. This is the first time you've ever seen me. This isn't the first time I'm seeing you though. I had to help the paramedics get you all settled in this room. I'm Beth by the way. Do you mind telling me your name so we can stop calling you John Doe?'

He frowned. That wasn't his name…was it? He thought about Beth's question. It confused him. He hissed as he felt his head beginning to pound. Why did it hurt so much? As he brought his hands up to hold his head, he noticed a new thing. He only had one had. Where his left hand should've been, there was a stump, right at his wrist. That wasn't normal, was it?

"Don't worry, we still have your hook along with the rest of your belongings. That hook you had was pretty impressive though. I bet you were headed to some costume party as a modern day Captain Hook." Beth laughed as she started scribbling notes down again.

He frowned. Captain Hook? Well…that was a pretty interesting name.

"Anyways, aside from what you were wearing, we just found a wooden box. We didn't find any ID on you. Oh, but there was this gorgeous ring in the box! Were you planning on proposing to your girlfriend? Or boyfriend...whichever one is your preference." Beth said. She suddenly frowned. "I'm sorry the night obviously didn't turn out how you probably wanted it to…ending up in a hospital after some freak explosion. Oh, I'm getting off track! Could you give me your name really quick so I can give the information to the police?"

He stared at the ceiling and thought about her question. His mind was still drawing a blank. The pounding in his head didn't help anything. "Bloody hell…" he grumbled as he shut his eyes and tried to block out the pain.

Beth crossed her arms. "I know that's not your name. Now, if you're not going to answer my question, I'm going to have to leave. I know I can start rambling and get distracted, but there are other patients in this hospital that I need to check up on."

He looked up at her, confusion all over his face. "I…I don't know…"

Beth pursed her lips as she stared hard at him. She let out a heavy sigh as she started writing something down. "Great, you've probably got amnesia. I don't blame you. It seemed like a pretty ugly explosion. Defintely didn't think you were going to have to get brain scans tonight, did you?"

He watched her as she moved something on one of the contraptions before leaving. A brain scan? What the hell was that?