"You're one lucky guy."
The voice carries across the room toward him, over the incessant beeping of strange machinery. Hook opens his eyes and slowly turns his aching head to look at Emma Swan.
"I've been told that at least once before," he sighs, shifting uncomfortably. Regardless of his current state, he still manages to produce a glare. Emma sighs and crosses her arms, still leaning in the doorway.
"Unless I've missed some subtle hint, love, I doubt you're here on personal business," Hook points out, licking his lips. Emma shakes her head and steps around the end of the bed, her eyes never leaving his.
"I came back to tell you that now might be a good time for you to leave." Emma says carefully.
Hook looks up at her through swollen eyes and snorts, "After everything I've done to get here?" he tugs again at the bindings. "I'm not a coward like he is." he added, icily.
"I think he's proven that he's not," Emma points out. Hook sighs and clenches his jaw, turning his head toward the door.
"I'm going to uncuff you," Emma says, fishing for the key in her pocket. "Pretty sure you wont be getting up for a little while, but when you do, get as far away from Storybrooke as you can."
Hook turns back to look at her, a shocked smile creeping onto his face, "Well, there it is after all."
"There's what?" she asks, her fingers hovering over the handcuffs.
"The soft spot,"
Emma sighs, pausing to choose her words carefully. Slowly, she leans down over him, her hands braced on the plastic side rail.
"Let me make this very clear to you. I'm doing you a favor because I don't want to see anyone else get hurt. I will not let this circus continue and I certainly will not be responsible for blood on anyone's hands," she says quietly, yet firmly.
"And here I thought we were having a moment."
Emma quickly and efficiently removes the restraints, his fingers turning to brush against her wrist. She pulls back quickly and rolls her eyes
"If you're smart, you'll know when you've been beaten," she adds, stepping back and pocketing the handcuffs. Hook shakes his wrist slightly and narrows his eyes at her.
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," he says, irritation in his voice. "Especially since it comes from such a reputable source."
"People don't beat me that easily and I'm not the one in a hospital bed."
"Exactly." Hook replies quietly, the ever-present smirk finally returning. "I'll have my hook now, if you please."
