Just moments too late to break her fall, Charming skidded to a halt on his knees beside his fallen daughter and gingerly flipped her over onto her back. She sputtered a hiss of pain, wheezing air back into her lungs and clutching her arm that hung loosely limp at her side. It would not lift. She had many long gashes that had appeared on her skin, as blood began to flow. Her mother dropped beside her as well, eyes fretfully concerned. Emma could only think that she should count her blessings. She was alive and conscious, and her son was rushing towards her with familiar love in his eyes.

"Mom!" he burst through the other two, Neal on his heels, and collided with his mother, diving into her arms. She winced and cringed as the pain within her doubled, but it did not reach high enough to wipe the smile from her face.

"You remember," she whispered breathily, patting her son's head and squeezing him tightly. She never wanted to let go again.

"You pushed me out of the way," he sobbed, "I was so confused, I didn't understand why you would do that, I hardly knew you, and then something just clicked and I remembered everything." He buried himself still deeper in her arms. "I'm so sorry I drank the potion, I'm so sorry I forgot you. I just… I missed you so much and I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"I know kid, I know," she said. "But you don't have to worry about that. Ever. Wherever you are, whatever craziness you get yourself into, I will always find you." She would have rolled her eyes at the cheesiness of what she had just said if she weren't so beatific to have Henry back in her arms. "You know that, right?"

"I do now," he choked. He peeled off her but placed himself directly beside her, clutching her hand. She continued to wheeze, her breath coming short, pained spurts that concerned those that had gathered around her.

"What hurts?" Snow asked, her voice trembling.

"I'm fine," she mumbled, attempting to stand before she winced and pressed a hand to her side. Neal put a hand on her shoulder, forcing her to sit back down while Snow lifted her shirt to investigate. She tried not to gasp at the purple contusion she saw there, spreading from what Snow knew was the injury Whale had patched up six months ago inside her.

"Oh, Emma," Snow whispered as Red and Charming came to look.

"Well, that can't be good," Red offered.

"Your surgery," Snow recounted for her. "Something internal has been torn or ripped."

"It's fine, it'll heal," Emma said, brushing it off as Neal examined her arm. "It's not the first time I've had injuries that have had to heal on their own. Foster families rarely come with health care."

"It's dislocated," he confirmed. He looked up and caught her eyes. "I have to pop it back in."

"You sure you remember how to do that?" she asked skeptically.

"I've done it before, haven't I?"

"Yes, but that was quite a while ago."

"I remember," he assured her. "Do you remember how much it's going to hurt?"

Their eyes locked for a moment, Emma trying to keep the fear at bay as she remembered. She'd gotten her jacket caught on a fence once during on of their heists, and Neal had had to pop it back into its socket when they eventually made it back to the car. It had hurt like nothing she had ever experienced before. He had kissed her to distract her, but she bit his lip when he finally did pop it back in, causing him to bleed as well. It was just one of a number of injuries they had helped each other heal during their time spent together. She's stitched him up more than once as well.

"Take Henry over there," Emma bid Charming meaningfully as Neal and Snow helped her shakily to her feet.

"I want to stay with you," Henry said, holding tighter to her mother's hand.

"Trust me kid, you don't want to watch. You might want to cover your ears, while you're at it. You might want to take that advice too," she said looking at Charming as he grimaced, wishing he could make all his daughter's injuries better. He had missed the simple scrapes and bruises and skinned knees, and was now diving straight into internal bleeding and dislocated bones. He wasn't exactly sure how to handle that. He took Henry by the shoulder and led him away through the trees with Red. Snow took his place beside her.

"You may want to follow them," Emma coaxed her.

"I'm staying right here," she said firmly, clasping her daughter's hand tightly and catching her eye. She smiled and squeezed her hand back.

"I'm going to count to four," he said. She looked up at him, a bit confused.

"Why four?" she asked.

Immediately he twisted and pulled. A loud crack ripped through the woods, followed by an even louder scream. Snow caught Emma as she stumbled from the pain, her face shades paler than it had been before, trying to calm her breathing.

"Because it's better not to see it coming," Neal answered. Emma glared at him, panting.

While Henry reunited scenically with his mother beside a tree as she rested, Snow pulled her husband aside, and Neal and Red along with him.

"We have to get her back," she said urgently. "She says it's nothing, but it's not nothing, and if we don't get her to Whale, it's just going to get worse."

Charming did not protest.

"You and Red run back to the camp and get the beans," he suggested. "Pack up anything else you think we might need. We head back today. I'll help Emma to the ship, and we'll meet you on board."

"What about Hook?" Red asked. The conversation's three other participants blinked up at her.

"Anyone here have a problem leaving Hook behind?" Neal asked, looking them all over. Snow and Charming did not protest, and Red rolled her eyes and agreed. Snow and Red scampered off while Neal and Charming returned to the where Emma sat, her back resting against a tree, Henry by her side.

"We need to get you down to the ship. Snow's just gone with Red to get the beans and anything else we'll need from our camp, and we will meet them on the boat. You ready to go home, kid?" he asked, ruffling Henry's hair gently.

"You have no idea," he jested. "It's not just you guys I was missing. Now that I have my memory back, I realize that for six months I've been jonesing for a cheeseburger. And ice cream!"

Charming squatted down to pick Emma up, but she pushed him away.

"I can certainly walk to the dock by myself," she insisted, using the trunk of the tree behind her to support her as she stood, but she hadn't taken more than three steps before she stumbled, grasping at her stomach. Charming caught her.

"Nice try," he said, scooping her into his arms. She sighed and reluctantly let him. She looked up in his face and was not surprised to see a smile sitting there as he looked down at her. She rolled her eyes.

"You're loving this, aren't you?" she asked as he began to walk down the slope, Neal taking Henry's hand and following.

"Yep," he confirmed smugly. "Not the 'you being hurt' part. But the 'holding you' part? Oh yeah, definitely."

Emma's breathing was still shallow and strained as they made their way towards the water, and Charming's sense of urgency heightened, though he tried to find a balance of moving with speed while keeping his strides steady so as to not further injury his daughter, who seemed at times to nod off in his arms from her injuries and the clear pain she was in.

By the time they boarded the ship, she was all but shuddering in pain. He lay her gently on top of a few of the boxes and moved to untie one of the lines.

"I want everything ready to set sail as soon as Snow and Red get here with the beans," he called to Neal.

"You mean, these?" asked an eerily familiar voice from the upper deck. Charming turned, drawing his sword, to see King George standing at the railing in front of the steering wheel, a small drawstring pouch hanging from two of his fingers. He dropped it lightly onto the railing, a satisfied expression on his face.

With appearance emerged at least a dozen soldiers who had been hidden about the deck. Some point their swords at Charming, while others beset Neal, who had drawn his own sword from its sheath. Emma had not even fully been able to sit up before one had jumped from behind the box on which her father had lain her and grabbed her around the neck.

I don't really know what kind of a spoiler to give for the next chapter, just that the scene on the boat continues. We all love a good threatening, exposition-filled conversation at sword-point, don't we?