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sonofthesavior:
Henry had another thousand questions he would like to ask, but he knew he shouldn’t pry to much. So he changed the subject slightly, hoping that Helena wouldn’t realize. “Is it hard being a nurse?”
"Is is hard? It's easier than being a doctor, certainly, but it requires more of an interactive skill," Helena said slowly, smiling. "And I've always loved talking to people, so I suppose it comes easily to me."
nealthemysteriousman:
“I don’t trust you,” Neal said point blank. He returned her gaze without blinking. Lips pressed into a thin line, he studied the woman unsure at what Helena was getting at. Neal’d been around long enough to know nurses just didn’t take patients off medicines. He also knew that doctor’s didn’t stop prescriptions if they didn’t work - they usually gave more or tried a different type of drug. “Something is off with you. This isn’t you. I’ve known you for what… a decade? What do you want? And what do you want from me?”
"You've known me for a decade and I, you, and yet, it feels to me as if we've known each other only for a day," Helena said seriously, sighing and looking down sadly. "A very long day, but... time is strange here. You don't need to trust me, Neal. I don't want anything from you. I just want you to be free at last. It's really occurred to me that we've kept you here and you've not improved."
savioruntold:
“I really hope that’s true,” the blonde said with a coy smile and rubbing the back of her neck. Emma’s eyes widened as the woman spoke, anger was rising within her. No one wanted to admit what Helena had, and while Emma had suspected it, she had no evidence. “I want to save my son,” she said in a voice quieter than before. “When I gave him up, it was so that he could have a better life than the poor, sad excuse for a life I could have offered him” she paused “But this is worse.”
"I'm certain you were trying to do good, Emma, and whatever your reasons were for giving Henry up, they're valid. On paper, the mayor is a good mother; she has money and Henry has food, shelter, everything. But she's a terrible person. She's evil, that woman." She stopped and shook her head. "She ruins everything for everyone. I assure you that everyone here would speak out if they weren't afraid of her. They're terrified! But now that you're here, and since people are taking so well to you, maybe you could help Henry out. He'd be in better company with you than Regina, that's for certain."
nealthemysteriousman:
His nurse always left him uneasy. This extra
sweetness, the change of attitude towards the medicines, and her demeanor in general was a complete 180 from what she’d been like even a few minutes earlier. What was going on? Alarm bells were going off in his head - something was really wrong. “Oh really? That’s a reassurance…I think,” he replied. “What changed? I sure haven’t. I still believe the same things I did when I first came in here a decade ago. I feel the same as I did. I’m acting the same. So, why the sudden change of heart?”
"Careful, or i'd almost thing you'd enjoy those medications," Helena said seriously, setting the chart down and looking at Neal. "I realize you're no different. And your delusions will probably never go away. But if medications haven't improved the condition, then why continue?" She flicked an invisible speck of just off her shoulder. "I have complete faith in you. And even if you think I'm... twisted? Or, even better, the Wicked Witch, I'm really rooting for you, Neal. You have great potential."
savioruntold:
“It would be nice to have the old Neal back” she paused “If he’s still in there” she followed with, afraid that he may not be. The woman was one of few people who would speak out against Regina, and Emma was happy to share in that with her. “I’m glad to hear I’m not the only one she’s rude to” she admitted, backtracking to the woman’s previous words “You see the impact she has on Henry don’t know? Archie couldn’t tell me much, but if he’s as damaged as others say..” she paused, looking around “well, I just hope he doesn’t have to stay in that situation” she said, not ready to admit that she wanted to take him.
"I'm sure he's still in there. It's hard to believe and he may be more closed off than before, but deep down, a person rarely changes." A smile touches Helena's lips and she'd take Emma's hand again if only it didn't involve human contact, which the blonde seemed to be so afraid of. "Oh... Mayor Mills? Emma, to be completely honest, she's a cruel person. Henry is a brilliant child and he's very strong, too. He wouldn't be upset by just anything. She terrorizes this entire town and everyone is afraid of even saying one thing wrong." She shakes her head anxiously. "Be careful. And while you're here... try to keep an eye on Henry. I mean, I know you're only his birth mother, but the mayor can be so cruel."
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kxthrynolan:
“Forgettable. I Kathryn Nolan am a forgettable human being.” the blonde sat on the bench, rubbing her fingers along the goosebumps that inhabited the majority of her arms. She stared down at the fallen pictures, her ability to make a connection with them slowly fading away. “Does a memory have meaning if you have no one to share it with? It becomes more of a dream than an actual moment in time, slowly contorting to how you personally remembered it, instead of what actually happened.”
“The man in that picture that you’re holding, that’s my husband. He doesn’t remember me anymore.” she said, her tone permanent and final. “-and I think it’s my fault.” Kathryn surveyed the woman further. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hold you from work with my pity.”
Helena didn’t need an invitation. Nor did she wait for one to sit beside the woman and take one of her hands, sympathetically looking at the distressed blonde. To be forgotten like that… well, it would probably be awful. She just thought that all these problems were so overblown, but when it came down, this was the life of the plain, ordinary peasants who were completely ignorant.
She set the pictures down beside her and out her purse over then so they wouldn’t blow away. “I’m very sorry about that,” she finally said softly, looking at Mrs. Nolan sadly. “It must be terrible. I can’t imagine how you feel. If it was me, I’d- probably be much worse than you right now. I mean, you- excuse me for making assumptions, because I don’t know you very well- but you seem to be very strong, and it’s understandable that this makes you feel so bad. It would anyone. So don’t ever feel uncomfortable with your emotions.”
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savioruntold:
“Maybe he can get cleared to wean off some of the medication?” she asked, knowing she was going to do so anyways. The woman was s casual for a nurse, not worried about her ramifications and Emma appreciated that. Like most others, her surprise at the news was normal. “Yeah, I guess he’s feeling lonely, a little lost” the blonde said looking down “that’s why he went looking for me. but Mayor Mills is not happy about it”
“Certainly. Less is always best. And maybe that’s exactly what he needs.” Her smile was ever present as she inspected this Emma Swan, the one who’d break Regina’s curse. She was counting on it. She needed it. Her face shifted into confusion, and slight fear. “Mayor Mills? Oh, I’m so sorry you came across her, Emma. She can be very unpleasant. She’s… done her fair share of cruelty, not only to Henry but to the rest of this town. And she’s probably started on you.”
nealthemysteriousman:
“You can say that again. It’s not called ‘Neverland’ for nothin’. Although it’s not because the boys don’t age. They do very, very slowly. Anyone too old…well it’s the eternal rest for them. Delusions…memories…poh-ta-to, pa-tat-to. ,” he replied with batting an eye or breaking his gaze from the woman tending to him. The fact he might get less medicines surprised him.b“Really? So I can actually have a few hours where I don’t feel mindless?”
Helena’s hands reached for the chart at the foot of his bed and she began writing, overturning any other orders for medications. It was time for Neal to awake from his drug-induced submission and to convince Emma Swan of the truth. It was time for the curse to break. And it was time for her to be queen. “Absolutely. I think you’ve long past deserved it, don’t you?” She smiled sweetly, being genuine and honest. “I’m rooting for you, Neal.”
bornshepherd:
His already-tightened smile only folded in more at the edges, but David gave her a nod, still grateful, as she led him out of the waiting room and back into the halls. Yeah. He knew. It’s still something to get used to, for him: having all of these strangers – doctors, nurses, visitors – come around, knowing him while he didn’t have anything to offer back.
And while David did appreciate and understand that they’ve all just been so close and trying to help, that didn’t always mean that he liked it. There was something impossible about trying to explain to anyone else that feeling so helpless just didn’t sit right with him. He didn’t want to give anyone false hope that he was remembering who he’d been. They weren’t memories, just…feelings, like he knew who he should be, but he just couldn’t reach it.
So the first words to come out of his mouth were going to be that he was fine, but he stopped himself just in time to actually give himself a moment to think. There might be something. “Actually,” he started, turning to the nurse, “you’ve worked here a while, right? Is there anyway I could get a hold of everyone’s names? I’ve been trying to keep it all straight, but sometimes it ends up in more of a jumble.”
She had plenty of suspicions as to who Mary Margaret Blanchard really was. And if the stories were correct, and her estimates were right ( well, they usually were, weren’t they? she was rather brilliant ), David Nolan was- well, a very valuable player indeed. Granted, she had no way to confirm her thoughts, but even if they were just a peasant family who’d annoyed Regina, their union would cause problems. And that was all Helena had ever asked for.
Playing the part of sweetness was simple enough- she considered herself a very sweet person. Sure, she murdered sometimes and tortured mercilessly, but she was usually nice while doing it. Whereas Regina was just so… rude.
“I’ve worked here for… more years than I can remember,” she replied with a smile and a shrug, the kind that bought everyone to her side and had them eating out of her hand. To her, the whole act was a wonder. “Mr. Nolan, in your room, there’s a list of the doctors that I’d be more than happy to show you. But the ones you’ve met already… well, there’s me, Helena Grenson. In just a nurse. Dr. Whale is the one who’s really in charge of you. Then I believe Dr. Hopper is schedule to come to… speak to you. He’s a, um, psychologist.”
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savioruntold:
“I’ll take Neal to see him, I know that he’s probably already worked with him before” Emma said with a small smile, she hoped came across genuine as she really would be taking Neal to see Archie. “Henry.. well Henry is the reason I’m here” she admitted with a look down to the table they sat at. “I’m Henry’s biological mom, he found me in Boston so I had to drive him back and now this”
“Oh, he has,” Helena confirmed, nodding. “Dr. Hopper is excellent. Although, what I think he’ll recommend is less medications…and to be completely honest, though I’m not sure I’m allowed to say this, I would recommend that too.” She played with her hair casually, until she found that this woman was Henry’s mother. Her eyes widened. “You’re his- oh. How nice. I know he’s been having some trouble, he was seeing Dr. Hopper too…” But inside, she knew that she had to aid this Emma now. Help her take Henry away from Regina.
nealthemysteriousman:
Helena’s pretending didn’t go unnoticed by Neal. The vocal warble gave it away. “Can’t say if you were or weren’t in that place. Never personally met you. As to why you haven’t done anything, well I’ve got theories on that. One being you’re biding your time for the right moment. Two, something about this place stops magic in its tracks,” he replied. “As for me….I’m a Lost Boy. Lived in Neverland for over 150 years and didn’t age a day.”
“150 years. That’s quite a bit,” Helena said, pretending to play along. She checked his pulse and then discarded her gloves, moving to stand beside his bed. “So I see you’re still experiencing some delusions…just a bump in the road. I’ll have to speak to Dr. Whale about cutting down your medications. I’m beginning to think that maybe you’d do best without so many.”
wealwaysfindeachother:
“Yes. Exactly. Because he’s going to need friends. It’s a rough thing to have to go through and no one should be alone.” She reasoned. “I definitely want to be supportive and help him in any way that I can.”
“That’s the best mentality. I realize this must be difficult for everyone.” Helena turned at the final corner and then stood outside David Nolan’s door. “Well, I’ll just leave you two, Miss Blanchard. If you need anything– anything at all– please come and ask me.”
nealthemysteriousman:
“Yeah and slippers and golden paths. I’m still waiting for you to turn bright green. That’s gonna be interesting. All that good stuff. Oh, I always took to ‘classic literature’ or as I call it history,” Neal countered, glaring up at the woman. “Oh really? I’ve tried before. Hundreds of times over the years. Why now? Starting to see the truth are we?”
“I’m sorry, I really don’t have any idea of what you’re taking about,” Helena said softly, feigning innocence. “If I was this witch you claim me to be, wouldn’t I have acted by now? I must’ve been an idiot witch in this alternate universe then."She shook her head sadly. “But say, Neal, that I did believe you. I have an important question to ask. Who are you?”
nealthemysteriousman:
“No, you haven’t. I don’t call popping a couple sedatives in my mouth talking or even listening. It’s like you wanna nip something in the bud,” Neal interjected. The comment made him snort and grin. “You don’t want to know how I see you or well who I see you as. It involves flying monkeys and broomsticks.”
“Flying monkeys and broomsticks,” Helena said slowly, then shook her head and smiled. “Mmm. I thought you stuck to fairytales. Now I see you’ve taken a liking to classic literature. Details, details. I suppose it doesn’t matter.” She leaned in, raising an eyebrow. “I’m invested in your theories, Neal. Really, I am. I want to know exactly who’s who.”
nealthemysteriousman:
“Well, you’re doing a bang-up job, lady. I need someone to listen to me not pump me through drugs that mess with everything.”
“I’ve tried talking to you, Mr. Cassidy. But you seem to think that I’m a mindless idiot following Dr. Whale’s every order. Maybe if you tried talking to me and saw me for who I really was…”
