Drabble written for my sick friend, Kyndall mid 2014
April.
Yet, the snow continued to fall with no sign of spring. The flowers continued to wilt, covered in an icy layer.
And there was no sign of Emma's sickness going away.
It had nearly been a week. Each day it got worse.
This particular morning Emma woke early with a throbbing headache. She could see a tinge of yellow dancing along the bottom of the window frame. Emma sat up carefully to look out of the open curtains.
Many nights over the past few weeks her and Killian had sat in bed watching as the sun set. She was never awake early enough to see it rise, though. Except today. She gasps as she takes in the sight. The sun rises out of the water, its orange rays spreading out chases after the navy clouds. She can feel the new warmth fighting the chilly air. She eases out of bed wanting to feel the rays on her face.
Emma climbs onto the seat in the bay window and wraps her arms around her knees. Face tilted up.
She knew Killian had woken when she had. He always did. Whenever she woke in the night, coughing or sneezing, or desperate for a drink or the bathroom, he would be awake asking if she was ok. This time he was silent. She hears the rustle of the sheets, the fall of his bare feet on the floor and then feels the sag of the cushion when he sits next to her.
"Don't catch a chill, love". A soft delicate weight falls over her shoulders. A blanket.
Emma turns to face him, a small grateful smile on her lips.
A kiss to her forehead. "Tylenol?"
Emma nods. She can't help a small giggle. He continues to surprise her; learning the ways of this crazy world- including its drugs; and reading her and her needs like they are one and the same. Killian heads toward the door.
"Killian?"
He turns back to her. His hair is messed up just the way she likes it and his eyes are darker from sleep. He rises an eyebrow in question, an expression which always tends to make her stomach do weird things.
She sighs and pouts. "Being sick sucks".
Killian laughs and crosses back to her. He places a hand under her chin, tilting her face to his. "Any particular reason?"
"No kissing," Emma grumbles.
Killian smirks slightly. His fingers lightly trace a line down from Emma's chin and throat across her collarbone. And finally across the edge of her top.
Killian presses his lips softly against Emma's cheek.
"There are…"
Under her jawline.
"Plenty of…"
Base of her neck.
"Other places"
Across her collar bone.
"I can kiss you".
Emma did not need Tylenol after all.