While Henry Mills called his mothers to inform them of the people they found in the woods, Teresa Holmes lead Calista, Kit, and Soren through the sliding doors beneath the neon red sign that stuck out in the night's darkness.

Emergency Room. The words left Calista, Kit, and Soren pondering. Their eyebrows formed in confusion as they followed the platinum-blonde through the doors that opened like magic the moment they stepped up to them. None of them questioned what sort of sorcery had opened up the strange glass doors, far too worried over Calista's bleeding wound to care about such a thing.

Storybrooke's emergency room wasn't as busy, which Teresa supposed was a good thing. She escorted the three strangers inside and led them toward the receptionist beyond the counter, whose hair is in a messy bun.

The nurse wore purple scrubs decorated with yellow and pink stars and her lips painted a glossy shade of pink; her hair styled in a messy bun and glasses resting on the bridge of her nose as she read the computer screen. Teresa's eyes fell to her nametag, which read Sarah. The platinum-blonde assumed her birth name as something else considering this was her cursed identity, and she hadn't been an actual healer in the Enchanted Forest. Sarah looked exhausted, most likely from working a long shift, but the moment she spotted the blood dripping onto the clean floor, the sleep vanished from her expression and she grew alarmed.

"Dr. Whale!" The woman, Sarah, shouted with urgency.

Dr. Whale was speaking with another nurse near the elevator doors. Upon hearing his name, he turned on his heel, white coat swishing against his kneecaps. The man found blood dripping onto the floor and followed the droplets to the source. It was a brunette woman whose skin was milky white from blood loss. She was being held in a man's arms with another man standing by her side, and a familiar teenage girl he knew to be Teresa Holmes stood with them. Dr. Whale had heard of the dirigible through one of his nurses after waking from a short rest after a long surgery; he could only assume that these people had crossed lands aboard it. Pushing away from the thought of them allying themselves with Hyde, the doctor sprung into action, ordering for Kit to bring Calista toward a bed as he retrieved a pair of purple latex gloves.

"What happened?" Dr. Whale interrogated Teresa, for he could only assume she found these strangers. Therefore, she must have some knowledge of the woman's injury. And he needed every detail if he were to treat her.

"Henry and I found them in the woods. Her brother explained that something impaled her when the dirigible crash-landed. Don't worry; they're harmless. Besides, we took their weapons and I would sense if they had magic, which, judging by our first encounter and their reaction to my magic, they don't. They just want to make sure Calista's wound doesn't get infected," Teresa explained as she walked alongside him, watching as he pulled on his purple latex gloves.

Dr. Whale gave a nod. "I'll see what I can do."

Kit carefully placed his love upon the strange bed as Dr. Whale and several nurses came up to her side. Teresa and Soren followed behind them, watching as a nurse in blue scrubs and dirty-blonde hair pushed Kit out of the way so that Dr. Whale could do what he needed.

"No, no, please!" Calista's hand reached out toward Kit. "He is my husband, I want him at my side."

Dr. Whale glanced toward the nurse before sighing in reluctance and nodding his head, telling her to allow the man to be with his wife. Teresa already explained that they came from the Land of Untold Stories, which meant they didn't know a thing about a hospital or modern medicine, so he understood their fear.

"The wound doesn't look critical," Dr. Whale informed after a quick examination.

Soren sighed in relief and met his sister's brown stare with a small smile. Calista, despite her pain, returned his smile with one of her own as she gave her worrisome husband's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"How did this happen?" Dr. Whale questioned the strangers, wanting to ensure their story matched Teresa's. Sometimes people slip up and should they be lying, now was an opportune moment to discover it. Though he suspected they weren't. Teresa seemed convinced by their story and she had good instincts.

"We had boarded the dirigible for safe passage elsewhere, and when we came to this realm, our landing was not so pleasant. Something impaled my sister," Soren explained.

"I believe it was a piece of metal," Kit added. His concerned eyes met Dr. Whale's. "My wife... will she be all right?"

"The wound doesn't appear to be that deep, which means the metal has punctured none of the vital organs, but I would like to get a scan just to be safe." Dr. Whale looked to Kit and offered the man a small and reassuring smile. "Your wife will most likely only need some sutures and I will prescribe her with some medicine to help with the pain."

"A scan?" Calista wondered. Her breath became caught in her throat when Dr. Whale applied pressure around her wound. "What does that mean?"

"It's like we paint a portrait of your innards. It allows us to make sure that there is no internal damage done."

"And will this scan hurt?" Kit inquired worriedly.

"Not even the slightest," Dr. Whale assured them before turning to speak with one of his nurses. "Let's get that portable chest down here and set up a suture kit. Thank you, Anne." With a nod, the nurse named Anne turned on her heel and left to follow her orders.

A few moments later, the staff got Calista's bleeding under control and an IV drip started to give the woman so fluids. Dr. Whale did the quick chest scan, drawing the wand over her bare stomach, which caused her to cringe at the pressure, but luckily no organs became damagedand Calista would only need some sutures. The news brought smiles to their faces and Soren joined Kit's side, brushing back his sister's hair to place a tender kiss on her forehead.

"I'm so sorry this happened," Soren apologized.

Calista gave him a smile. "Oh Soren, I wish you would stop blaming yourself. This was not your fault, as you could not have possibly known what would happen." She took his hand and squeezed it. "I hold no resentment toward you. Never will I feel such a thing toward you, brother."

Teresa couldn't help but think of how much Calista reminded her of Snow White. They were both so pure, so sweet and kind and always full of benevolence rather than malice. She can see the pair of them getting along.

Henry arrived not long after, just as Teresa stepped away to give the family a little space. He walked up to her side and glanced toward Calista. "Will she be okay?"

Teresa nodded. "Yeah. Did you get ahold of your mothers?"

"They're on their way," Henry informed. "Apparently my grandparents found some people too. They're all at Granny's, organizing a plan for food, clothing, and places for them to sleep. I guess Granny is offering some rooms."

"That's good." Teresa nodded toward Calista, Kit, and Soren. "We should probably let them know."

Henry nodded and together the soulmates approached them. Calista was being injected with some lidocaine for her sutures. The brunette woman hissed in pain at the sharp pinch of the needle's point and she squeezed tightly onto Kit's hand. Her husband placed a soft kiss to her knuckles and whispered words of comfort. After a moment, the pain passed, and the medicine left the area numb. The three of them watched in amazement as Dr. Whale began to place her sutures with no pain.

Calista blinked in surprise. "I... I hardly feel a thing."

Dr. Whale smiled. "Have to appreciate the wonders of modern medicine."

"I do," the woman responded, still amazed by the advanced healing properties in this land.

Teresa smirked before clearing her throat, which gained their attention. "Good news."

"What is it?" asked Soren.

"Well, Henry called his mother, and it turns out that the search parties found the others from the Land of Untold Stories and brought them somewhere safe."

Henry nodded. "As soon as Calista can leave the hospital, we'll make our way over to Granny's so we can get you guys some food, clothes and a place to stay."

Soren's eyebrows formed together, and he stared between the teenagers in confusion and surprise. "You would just give us all these things? To strangers?"

"Well, we don't exactly want you living on the streets or in the woods," Teresa stated.

"I don't know what to say," Soren admitted. The generosity they kept receiving in this unknown land was astonishing. It was something none of them were used to.

"You don't have to say anything. It's kind of what we do here." Henry offered them a smile, and Calista politely returned it.

Kit stepped away from his wife and stepped towards the teenagers, placing a hand on both their shoulders. His eyes were glossy, scarred face displaying a small and grateful smile. "I thank you both for everything."

"You're welcome," they replied in unison while smiling.