"Alright class" Mary Margaret smiled and waited until her students were quiet and looking up at her. "Let's put our workbooks away and for the remainder 30 minutes of school we can work on our self-portraits. Some of you are already to paint and you can get the paints out, but please make sure to wear aprons and be careful." She stood up as her students hurried to put their books away. When Mary Margaret stood, she was hit with a wave of was so unexpected she swayed foward and had to steady herself against her desk.

"Are you alright Miss Blanchard?" Henry said when he saw his teacher's face pale. Mary Margaret didn't looked as though she hadn't heard him. Instead of hurrying to the art closet like the rest of his classmates, Henry made his way his way to Miss Blanchard's side. He placed a hand on her arm, her skin was very cold.

"Miss Blanchard?" Henry asked. Mary Margaret's eyes shot to his.

"Henry." She said. Henry almost frowned; she was acting like she had broken from some sort of trance.

"Are you alright?" Henry asked.

"Yea, I'm sorry. I was just a little dizzy." She gave him a smile and straightened up. "Don't worry about me." She smiled. "Why don't you go get working on your project?"

"Alright." Henry said, not the least bit convinced.

Mary Margaret waited until he was walking away till she slowly sat back down. Pain shot through her lower back and it was almost a little too much to handle. Mary Margaret opened a door to her desk with a shaky hand and discreetly took two pills out of an almost full bottle of aspirin. Mary Margaret popped them in her mouth and took a large gulp of water from her bottle. Not long after that Mary Margaret started to feel a lot better. By the time the school bell rang to dismiss school, Mary Margaret had a fever and only got worse.

"Here I can help you, Miss Blanchard." Henry took the book from her arms, her reaction was slow.

"Henry, you don't have too." She shook her head in protest.

"No really. I'm happy to help you, besides I'm walking the same path as you." Henry lied. There was no way he was going to make her walk home by herself looking the way she did. He just wanted to make sure she got home ok, she looked worse than what she did 20 minutes ago.

"That's very sweet of you, Henry." She gave him a bright smile.

"I can carry my bag." Mary Margaret laughed when he reached for it before she had a chance to grab it. "Thanks kiddo, I'm not completely useless."

"I know you're not." Henry grinned up at her.

Mary Margaret put her bag over her shoulder and grabbed the keys to her classroom. After locking the room, Mary Margaret ruffled Henry's hair and slung an arm over his shoulder.

"Let's go." Mary Margaret smiled walked, slower than she wanted to go.

"Are you sure you're alright, Miss Blanchard?" Henry asked as they walked.

"What?" she looked at him. "Oh no, I'm fine."

Mary Margaret kept a brave face but in reality she was in a great deal of pain, she almost felt like she was going to faint. Thank gosh Henry was there in case anything. She thought of calling Peter or Emma, but they were both at work and she did not want to worry them. It was probably food poisoning, Mary Margaret told herself. As soon as she got home she would make some tea and go straight to bed. That sounded like a perfect plan.

"How's everything at home, Henry?" Mary Margaret asked. Talking would distract her mind from what she was feeling.

"Good I guess."

"You guess?" Mary Margaret raised a brow.

"Yea, I'm usually outside or in my room and my mother's always working."

"Always?"

"Most of the time and when she's not working..." Henry looked for the right words. "She's over controlling, when she's home which isn't a whole lot though."

"I'm sorry" Mary Margaret said with sympathy.

"It's alright. I enjoy the freedom. It's just when she's home she's…"

"Strict?" Mary Margaret finished for him.

"Yep" Henry gave her a small smile. "She says she's hard on me because it's for my own good and that she loves me."

"She may not show it, but she does love you." Mary Margaret said, as if it helped.

"I've seen animals that don't love towards their young show more affection."

"Ouch" Mary Margaret said and laughed. "She's a tough woman."

"Yea, I know. At least you don't have to live with her." Henry pointed out.

"Emma's pretty cool, though." Mary Margaret changed the subject. Her smile grew, regardless of the pain she was in, when Henry's eyes filled with joy.

"She is awesome!" he exclaimed and continued walking. He looked out in front of him, talking about Emma unaware that Mary Margaret had stopped walking. He turned around when he did finally noticed.

Mary Margaret was clutching her abdomen, her face displayed pain.

"Miss Blanchard?" he dropped her stuff and hurried to her.

"Henry" she gasped.

"Call…Peter." She cried, bending over. Something wasn't right; this was a whole lot more than just food poisoning.

"Where's your phone?" Henry asked worried, but then he thought about her purse, he took her purse and dug inside for it. Once he found it, he quickly dialed Peter. He kept glancing at Mary Margaret who was trying to breathe calmly.

"He's not answering." Henry said frustrated. Mary Margaret tried to smile and tell him it was alright but when she opened her mouth instead of words a cry of pain escaped, Henry grew scared not sure what to do. The only thing he thought to do was go for help, which was the smartest idea.

"I'll go get help." Henry said quickly and Mary Margaret could only nod.

Henry ran as he fast as he could, tears streaming down his face. Henry saw Emma leaving the diner and he hurried to her.

"Henry what's wrong?" Emma knelt down.

"Miss Blanchard. Something wrong" Henry said. "She's sick, she's in pain."

Worry filled Emma's face. "Where is she?"

"Down the street. me." Henry said and started off to Mary Margaret.

Emma and Henry found Mary Margaret on the floor unconscious, a pool of blood underneath her.

"Henry stay back" Emma said to Henry, who stopped where he was. Emma knelt down to look for a was there but it was very slow. Town's people began together around, calling 911 and offering help.

David was driving down the street when he noticed a small crowed outside the thrift store, he slowed to a stop when he caught sight of Emma on the floor, cradling a limp body in her arms. He couldn't see who it was though. David saw Henry standing a few feet away from the group; he had never seen such a terrified look on a child like he did on Henry's face. David pulled over and hurried to Henry.

"What's going on?" David asked. Henry opened his mouth to say her name, but David got a glimpse of the woman in Emma's arms and his face went from curiosity to fear in a second. He couldn't believe his eyes, he didn't. He gently pushed past the crowd and crouched beside Emma.

"What happened?" David demanded. Emma shifted and that's when he saw the bright red blood under Mary Margaret .He felt like he was going to throw up when he saw the blood. Her blood.

"I'm not sure, to be honest." Emma looked at him for a second then back at Mary Margaret. "Henry said that she was dizzy earlier and she wasn't feeling good, he was walking her home and he said she grabbed her stomach in pain and she couldn't breathe so he went looking for help and found me and she was on the floor when we found her. She's breathing and there's a heartbeat, but both are slow." Emma answered before he had a chance to ask.

David looked down at her; his eyes filled with concern. Mary Margaret looked so fragile, so…lifeless. He had just seen her yesterday at the book store, she looked perfectly. David touched her cheek with a shaky hand. She was burning up, but she so pale. What had happened to her since then? Everyone turned when they heard an ambulance approach them. David stood beside Henry watching in horror as the EMT's gathered Mary Margaret onto a gurney. It was almost unbearable to watch them stick needles into to lifeless body.

"I'll go get my car and you meet you there." Emma told the EMT's right before they left.

"I'll drive you." David offered Emma, after they watched the ambulance drive away in agonizing silence.

"You sure?" Emma asked.

"Yes. I need to be sure that she is going to be ok, as my friend." David assured her.

"Right." Emma gave him a single nod and then looked for Henry. "We need to take Henry home first."

"Not a problem." David told her and followed Emma as she went to get Henry.