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The ship jostled, startling Harry awake as he looked up with wild eyes. He'd been in such a deep sleep, that feeling of not knowing what day it was and where he were- passed over him. He blinked several times, looking around the ship to see pirates either lounging around or looking over the side of the ship before the memory of leaving Neverland came back to him. It almost felt like a dream, but seeing Hook standing at the other end of the deck was enough evidence to prove it was all real. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, or when he'd actually fallen asleep. One moment he was sitting beside Gwen in silence, staring at the empty sky and now here he was. He couldn't remember ever falling asleep.

Standing up on his feet, he looked over the side of the ship before his eyes widened. There, not too far in the distance, was England. He could see the buildings that lined the English Channel and despite the fact it'd been years since Harry had been there, he recognized it from the night he'd left England. This was the same place where he'd snuck upon the ship. He could see the big clock tower in the distance, the arm on the clock to small for him to read correctly but it was there. Lit up for everyone to see in the night along with the dim lights he could see were still on in the windows of the buildings. He wondered if it were late in the night, and if there were many people walking the streets at the moment. The thought made him suddenly nervous and he was all too aware of the lack of clothing he currently had on. His gaze fell to his torso, a feeling of trepidation passing over him when he saw the dirt over his stomach and feet. His hair was a stringy mess too. Surely, someone would notice him. He stood out like a sore thumb.

Shaking off his nerves, he reminded himself that none of that mattered. He needed to get Gwen the professional medical attention she needed, and at the remembrance of this, he looked down at her sleeping form. She was curled up against the floor of the deck, her arm tucked under her head while her other hand was curled in a fist just below her stomach. Any other time Harry would of thought it was sweet to see, but by the way she was shaking and her lips were a grayish purple, Harry knew something was wrong.

His eyebrows furrowed and he fell to his knees beside her, pressing his hand to her shoulder to gently shake her awake. "Gwen?" She didn't respond and he shook her a little harder the second time. "Gwen, wake up. We've made it."

She didn't open her eyes but a moan full of pain left her lips and he frowned, moving to press his hand against her forehead. She was freezing, yet her forehead left his hand wet. She was sweating. Harry could tell something was definitely wrong with her, especially when she curled in on herself and held her stomach. He immediately moved to pick her up, looking back over his shoulder to see Hook approaching them.

"We need to get to the docks quickly, I think she's gotten worse." He says in a rush, sliding his arm under the back of her knees in preparation to lift her. "Please tell me we're almost there."

"My men are anchoring the ship as we speak." Hook eyed her, crossing his arms over his chest while his hooked hand curled around his forearm. "Why isn't she waking up?"

"I don't know," Harry said in an irritated tone. He was impatient to get off the ship. "Will you help me lift her out of here?"

Hook met Harry's eye and pursed his lips. "I said I'd bring you to England, didn't I? I never said I'd help you once we arrived."

Harry breathed out a frustrated breath and shook his head. "Right, you're a pirate. Of course. Shouldn't have expected anything more from you." He gritted out through clenched teeth and looked on Gwen's other side to see Tristan still fast asleep. As much as he wanted to let the boy rest, he was the only help he was going to get. So he gently shook him by the leg until Tristan's eyes began to peel open.

"Tris," he said firmly and he watched him blink several times. "Tris, we're here. I know you're tired, but I'm going to need your help with Gwen."

Tristan's eyebrows furrowed and he blinked a few more times before sitting up, looking around the ship as if he was confused about his surroundings. Harry gave him a moment to adjust before saying his name again and Tristan looked at Harry. He seemed more alert now and his eyes widened when he looked down at Gwen, obviously noticing the worse state she was in.

"What's wrong with her? Is she alright?" His voice shook as he asked this and he pressed his hand to her arm, only to snatch it away when he felt just how cold she was. "She feels like ice."

"I know." Harry said it quietly in hopes it would calm Tristan down but his voice shook. He was scared for Gwen. "We need to get her to a hospital. Will you help me carry her? I'm not sure I'll be able to the whole way."

Tristan nodded frantically, immediately jumping up to his feet. He would do just about anything to help Gwen. "Yes, yes. Let's go!"

Harry slid his arm further beneath the back of her knees and brought his other arm around her lower back before hauling her up against his chest as he stood. He gritted his teeth, his stiff joints aching as he exerted himself with her weight. She wasn't heavy really but it had more to do with the fact Harry felt weaker then when he had been in Neverland. "Okay," he breathed out and jerked his head over the side of the ship where it now floated against the docks. "Out you go, Tris. I'll be right behind you."

Tristan quickly followed instruction, climbing out over the side of the ship and hopping on to the dock. He looked around as he landed, a look of fear and wonderment passing over his features as he caught sight of the buildings in the distance. He didn't remember England that well and he felt as if he was seeing it for the very first time. "Tris," his attention was pulled from the city and he looked up at Harry who stood near the side of the ship.
"I need you to grab her feet while I climb over and I'll hold the top half of her body. You think you can do that?"

He needed eagerly and stepped closer to the ship while Harry breathed out a loud breath and lowered her legs. They dangled over the side of the ship and he held onto her tightly as Tristan reached up, his fingers trying to grasp her ankles. Harry lowered her a bit more before Tristan was able to grab a hold of her, his arms encircling her legs as Harry kept his own under her arms and around her chest. When he was sure Tristan had a good hold on her, he carefully maneuvered his body until he was sitting over the edge of the ship. He prepared himself for the short jump, telling Tristan to take a step back. The action caused Gwen's body to be stretched out and Harry clung onto her tighter, willing himself not to drop her when he jumped.

He took a deep breath, then pushed himself off the side of the ship, landing a little ungracefully on his feet but nor he or Gwen had fallen. Breathing out a sigh of relief, he thanked Tristan and scooped her legs back up into his arms. Gwen's head rolled back, hanging over his arm as he cradled her but her hand stayed in a fist at her stomach.

"Remember the promise you've made." Harry looked up at the sound of Hook's voice to see the pirate looking down at him from the side of the ship. He wasn't smiling but a look Harry couldn't read crossed his face. "You can't come back."

"I know," Harry spoke loudly and nodded once. "I won't."

"Good."

Harry spared hook with one last look before giving him a brief nod and turning his back to him. No goodbyes-, no thank yous. Just a mutual understanding and acceptance that this was it as long as Harry followed up on his promise.

Harry walked across the dock, with Tristan at his side as he ascended a few stairs that would lead up to the streets of the city. His heart pounded a little quicker the closer he got and he knew he wasn't the only one suddenly nervous when Tristan stepped closer to his side and reached for Gwen's limp hand that hung in the air. Tristan held it tightly and Harry tried not to let the fact that Gwen didn't hold it back worry him even more.

His heart felt like it was ramming against his chest as they reached the top of the stairs and into the edge of the streets. He paused, half expecting there to be crowds of people around but instead was met with empty streets. It was quiet, except for the occasional sound of a car passing in the distance. It made Harry flinch-, not being used to the sound anymore and he swallowed thickly as he looked around. Unsure of where exactly to go. He didn't remember the streets that well and even before he left, he hadn't been too familiar with the direction the hospital was in. In the past, if one of them had been sick his mother had called a doctor to the house. Visiting hospitals was usually not the safest or most sanitary thing considering how dirty hospitals were. Sometimes, visits ended in infections that would lead to possible deaths. So taking Gwen to a hospital wasn't what he really wanted to do but Harry didn't have the money or means to get a private doctor for Gwen. And he was desperate. A hospital would have to do-, he just hoped things might have improved over the past few years.

"Where do we go?" Tristan whispered in a small voice, hiding slightly behind Harry's leg. He felt small in comparison to the big city.

"I'm not sure," Harry mumbled but his hesitance came to a halt when Gwen groaned in pain again. He quickly looked down both ways, ahead of him, then went with his instinct. "This way." He said quickly, deciding to go straight where the buildings were clustered together. He figured at some point they would have to pass a hospital. Or at least, he hoped.

They jogged through the street until they were passing store windows, Harry's eyes flickering around quickly in hopes he'd be able to see the words Hospital painted against one of them. All he saw were shoes, clocks, clothing stores and meat markets, but none were what he was looking for. Though as they passed, he did notice how every single store had their lights off. This only lead him to believe that it had to be late at night which would explain the lack of people.

His breaths started coming out in pants the farther they jogged and he slowed a little in exhaustion, forcing himself to haul Gwen up his arms more when he felt her slipping. Tristan looked up at him, eyes wide when he saw the tight look on Harry's face. "Do you need my help?"

"No," he breathed and kept his eyes fleeting back and forth over the signs of the buildings he passed. "Keep your eyes out for a hospital, though."

"Hospital?"

"Did Gwen ever teach you how to read?" He shook his head and Harry frowned. Damn. "Bloody hell. Of all things she should of
taught you, reading should have been on top of the list."

"She taught me how to swim," Tristan defended Gwen and despite the situation they were in, it made Harry smile. "And she told me stories. And made me laugh and always gave me hugs!" He said it firmly and Harry pressed his lips together. "She's a great mum."

"Yeah," Harry swallowed the sudden ball in the back of his throat. "She's going to be great."

"She already is."

The sound of glass breaking further up the street caused their conversation to come to a still and Harry's eyes darted in the direction he heard the noise. He squinted, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness until he saw a man in a pair of dirty overalls and a black ripped button down. He wasn't barefoot but there was a noticeable hole in the toe of his shoe and his blond hair almost looked brown with how dirty it was. Sensing Harry's stare, the man looked in Harry's direction as he drank from a dark glass bottle. On the floor beside him, was a shattered one and Harry figured that must of been what he heard break.

He almost expected the man to shout and point out the fact he didn't really belong there, but then, he noticed the odd look in his eye. The man tipped the bottle in his hand at Harry in a form of greeting and it didn't sit well with him when he realized it was because the man assumed he was just like him. Homeless, poor, and a drunk.

Well, he was two of those things. But the third? No, he'd never be that.

Instead of greeting the man in return he quickly looked away, ushering Tristan to follow when he noticed he'd stopped to stare at the man. Tristan sped up to keep beside Harry, seemingly becoming more timid now that he was in a place he was unfamiliar with. Harry felt just as out of place as Tristan did and he wanted to go run and hide as well, but he couldn't. He has Tristan, Gwen, and his baby to worry about. He had to be the man.

They turned right at the end of the street once they reached it and Harry froze. Because there right in the middle at the end of the street, like a damn blessing, was a large building with the word Hospital painted on the top. Harry exhaled in relief and his knees almost buckled from under him but he managed to stay upright. Gwen whimpered as if she subconsciously knew she was close to receiving the help she needed and Harry sprung into action.

"Wait!" He heard Tristan behind him but he didn't stop-, only glanced briefly over his shoulder to make sure he was following. He was, running as fast as his small legs would let him in order to keep up with Harry. Harry kept running, jostling Gwen in the process but he was too close now to be too careful. He was panting, sweat slipping from his temple and down the side of his face. He barely even paid attention to the few people that were walking out of the front hospital doors as Harry neared. They looked at Harry, then Gwen in his arms before gasping. Quickly, they dodged out of the way before Harry could run into them, while one of the men walking out held the door open for Harry.

He ran through the open door, his bare feet padding against the tiled floor. He skid to a stop when he reached the front counter, where he saw two women. One sitting on a chair while another leant against the counter. By the cap, the white apron and matching light blue long sleeved shirts beneath it, Harry knew they were nurses.

"Help," he spoke breathlessly and with urgency. "I need help. My- she, needs help!"

The nurses straightened when they saw Harry, his appearance only briefly putting them off before they took in the sight of Gwen. The nurse closest to Harry furrowed her brows as she stared at her before walking around the counter to get a closer look. The other nurse that stood behind the counter, leant over the top to see. She gasped, and the nurse who stood beside Harry pressed her hand to her mouth.

"Oh my goodness," she breathed and then, she dropped her hand and waved frantically at the nurse that was already jumping from her seat behind the counter. "Go get the doctor! Now!"

Harry, though thankful for their urgency was confused about their fear and panic. He opened his mouth to ask them why they were looking at Gwen the way they were, but he didn't need to ask any more. Because just then, he heard the nurse that took off to get the doctor, screaming at the top of her lungs, her words echoing down the long hallway and making the breath hitch at the back of his throat.

"Doctor! She needs help! Princess Gwenevieve needs help!"

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Sorry for the long wait! But omg did you guys see that coming? ;)
I wanted to add more to it but I gotta head out so I just wanted to at least leave an update. Let me know what you guys think in the comments! Thanks for reading ❤️

Also, I just got a new tattoo that has to do with my love for writing. What do you guys think? 😬