A/N: Here it is the last chapter. Thank you so much for all of you who have stuck around since the beginning. You're kind words kept me going. If anyone is interested I do have another story in the works and the first chapter should be up sometime next week. Thank you again for reading and please let me know what you think!
It had taken two days for Henry's fever to back to normal plus one more day to make sure it didn't spike again, which thankfully it did not. Finally he had gotten a clean bill of health and could go home. He had to be on bed rest for a week, plus checkups by Dr. Whale before he could go back to school. The kid wasn't 100% better, but he was on his way to it.
Since Henry hadn't left the hospital in three days neither had I. At first I couldn't be apart from him out of fear that something would happen as soon as I walked out the door. After that though there was a great urge to shower and change my clothes. Henry freaked out as soon as I approached the subject. Mary and I were able to calm him down and he eventually allowed me to leave with the promise that I texted him to let him know what I was doing and where I was. Even with the updates and Mary and David sitting with him the kid still threw himself into my arms when I returned.
I hated what Regina had done to my son. He already struggled with separation at night, and now it was all the time. I hoped it was just because we were in the hospital and not at home. If my theory was right he wouldn't freak out as much as soon as we were back home in a safe environment. Either way I wanted him to talk with Archie as soon as possible. I didn't need him to get any worse, plus it would be good for him to talk to someone after being poisoned. I planned on calling him as soon as Henry got settled at home. Hopefully Archie would be willing to make a house call for us.
Mary had run home to get Henry a clean set of clothes to leave in. The kid and I were sitting around waiting for her to come back. He was able to stay awake for longer periods of time, and was even starting to fight me when I suggested he take a nap. He still needed those since too much activity wore him out. He denied it thought until he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore.
Mary came back with Henry's backpack slung across her shoulder. I had to help the kid into his clothes, which he also fought me on. His independence had come back with a vengeance, something that I was thankful for. Once he was changed Dr. Whale came into the room for one final check.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
Henry had a big smile on his face as he answered, "Ready to go home."
"I'm glad to hear that. Now you know the deal bed rest for the week and no physical activity."
"I know." The kid sighed, he wasn't too happy with the last part of the deal.
"Don't worry we'll make sure he follows orders." I butted in. Knowing my kid he would try to sneak out as soon as his energy level was up. We were going to have to keep a close eye on him to make sure that didn't happen.
"In that case I am going to need you to sign these papers and then Henry is free to go." Dr. Whale explained and handed me a clipboard.
I smiled at Henry as I took it; this was it we were really going home. While I signed the forms a nurse came in with a wheel chair and helped Henry into it. I heard Mary explain that it was hospital policy and I laughed under my breath. It didn't surprise me that he was fighting a nurse on being pushed in a wheel chair.
I handed to clipboard back to Dr. Whale and turned to Henry, "You ready kid?"
"Yes!" Henry cheered.
Mary walked ahead of us to go pull the car up to the door. I stayed in step with Henry and the wheel chair. I was as excited as the kid to finally be leaving the hospital. The green walls and metal chairs had gotten to me. The thought of spending the night in my own bed was even a bonus. I had been sleeping in the hospital bed with Henry, his insistence not mine. At least it was more comfortable then the chairs, though not by much. Plus we were cramped in that tiny bed which was really only meant for one person. Though I did enjoy being able to hold my son close and feel his breath against my neck and his heart beating under my hand. It let me know that he was alive and going to be okay.
I allowed Henry to get into the car by himself, but watched his every move in case he faltered. As we pulled away from the hospital I hoped we would not be see it again any time soon. I only wanted to go back these as the town's sheriff checking in on someone and not because one of my family members was sick.
At the apartment Henry's independence stuck its ugly head out again. He did not want any help from me even with all the stairs that he had to climb. I wanted to allow him this sense of freedom since he wouldn't get much more for the next week, but I didn't want him to over exert himself either. I wasn't in the mood to argue with him either and ruin the moment of him finally being home so I let him walk up the stairs by himself. I stayed close behind the kid ready to help whenever he asked or I felt the need to step in. Of course Henry never did ask and he didn't stop to take a break either.
Henry was panting when we made it to the top and as soon as I unlocked the door I picked him up and carried him to the cough. No protest came from his lips worrying me that he had over done it.
After a moment when Henry had finally caught his breath he spoke, "I thought I was on bed rest."
"You are." I agreed, he wasn't walking anywhere alone for a while. He needed to recuperate after all of those stairs.
"Then why aren't I in bed?"
I let out a small laugh, "Bed rest just means you need to be lying or sitting down and you can do that on the cough right?" Henry nodded his head yes. "Then you can stay on the couch. Mary and I thought it would be easier for you and us if you stayed down here during the day. That way we won't have to be walking up and down the stairs whenever you needed something. Then when it is time for bed we'll head up to our room."
"And what time is that?"
"When I feel it is appropriate I will let you know."
"It won't be too early, will it?"
"Depends on how good of a patient you are."
That got Henry to drop the subject. I knew I would be sending him to bed early tonight, but I didn't want to share that news with him just yet. He had trouble staying up late anyway so he most likely wouldn't notice the time when I sent him off to bed.
"I think we should have a special welcome home dinner for Henry. What do you say Emma?" Mary asked walking over to us.
I smiled up at her, "I agree, what do you want kid?"
Henry took a moment to think before answering, "Pizza."
"How about chicken and rice." Mary suggested.
"Fine." Henry sighed and rolled his eyes.
Mary and I both laughed at the kid's pouting. His appetite had bounced back shortly after his fever lowered, but that didn't mean he could go back to eating everything he wanted to. We had slowly been building his stomach back up to its old fighting self. Only recently had we re introduced solid foods, though they were all bland much to Henry's dislike. By the end of the week his diet should be back to normal, but not a moment sooner. I didn't need him throwing up again; he had done enough of that for a lifetime.
"I'm going to run to the store and buy the ingredients plus food for the week." Mary explained and also handed him a manila envelope. "To keep you busy till I get back."
Henry looked at it then back up at his teacher, "What is it?"
"Open and find out." Mary gave both of us a mischievous smile and gave a small gave before leaving.
"Open it kid." I instructed, I was interested to see what was in the envelope as well.
Henry carefully pulled back the seal and emptied the content onto his lap. "They're get well cards." He said surprised, "Everyone in the class made me one."
Sure enough there were all hand made cards each one wishing Henry to get well soon and come back. Never before had kids his own age done something like this for him. The best thing that had come from this move was that my son finally had friends, and for that I would always know that I made the right decision even with all the bad that had happened.
I kissed the top of Henry's head as he continued to read out loud each card to me. I was so thankful for this moment and all the other moments I had and would continue to have with my kid. I never have and never will take advantage of him, this experience just proved how lucky I was that he was in my life. Henry would forever be my world and nothing could ever change that.