Henry hadn't frequented the hospital in Storybrooke. He'd been a careful kid but even that didn't stop boys being boys. So that's what he'd expected when called to sickbay. What he saw was very different and he swallowed, still clutching his bag to his chest as if someone was going to take it away from him. He waited until called and then hopped up onto the biobed, wary of everything but curious at the same time.