Hook lay unmoving on the floor in front of Rumple. Not a sound coming from the body his hands had found. Rumple didn't know what to feel; pleasure of his enemy's down fall, or sadness and fear at Hook's demise after their truce. Rumple sat back on his heels and thought of his next course of action. Tried to come to terms of what had started as a normal day, had turned so very badly. Slowly he reached back out and inched his hand towards Hook's prone body. He gave a quick jab with his fingers to what he assumed was Hook's shoulder. No reaction, no movement and no sound. He went in for another try. Setting his hand in Hook's shoulder and sliding it around, determining that Hook was lying face down. Rumple glided his hand down the neck and spine, no sign of anything out of place, turning his attention to the ribs. He can feel Hook breathing, the movement of his rib cage lifting and dropping with each inhale and exhale, although shallow. Rumple could also feel at least two where broken, one maybe cracked and he could only imagine about the bruising.
Sitting back onto his heels again and slowly slid to one side to stretch out his legs Rumple thought of his next move. Moving around his foot kicked something that made a metallic clatter; reaching towards the object he found it to be a small lantern. Rumple conjured up a small flame which flickered slightly; air was getting in, no fear of exhausting their air supply. He lite the small lantern and set it down, getting a good look around the small area that he was able to somewhat shield at the last second. Not too small, enough room to lay down, but not all that big enough to comfortably stand up in. He turned his attention to Hook who lay unmoving, still showing no signs of life.
"Damn, why you? Why am I stuck with you?" Rumple grumbled. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"So fortunate to have been trapped, in a small space, with the one man I could care less about. I could let you die slowly like you deserve," Rumple continued his rant to himself, but then stopped, he could hear Belle in his mind, I know there's good in you, show me it's still there. Do the right thing and help him. After all, he did push you out of harm's way.
With a groan Rumple shuffled on his knees closer to Hook. Feeling for a pulse he found it to be slow and steady, but not as strong as it should be. He tucked in Hook's left arm towards his body and reached across and grasped Hook's right side and rolled him onto his back. Now getting a better view of his face, Rumple could see a bad cut just along the hairline. Blood had already matted the back of Hook's head making already black hair shine in the lantern's light. His face looked pale and lips bloodless in the light. Rumple couldn't help but feel the pang of worry build up inside, as much as he had a hatred for the man who stole his wife so long ago and tried, on multiple occasions, to kill him; Rumple couldn't help feel uneasy. He had never seen the active pirate so still, it troubled him, it was eerie and a bit unnerving. Rumple pushed it all aside, hatred and impatience ruled.
"Hook, wake up you bastard. I don't have the patience for games." He spat and gave Hook a sharp jab on the shoulder. Hook's body rocked from the jab. His brow wrinkled and he let out a soft whine. Rumple sat and waited, surprised at last Hook showed signs of coming back to the land of the living.
"Listen pirate, open your eyes." Rumple hissed leaning into Hook's field of vision.
Hook slowly opened his eyes, blurry and unable to focus on the figure hovering above him. The dim light pierced his eyes making his head scream in agony. A groan made its way up out of Hook.
"Manners," Hook whispered.
"What?" a confused Rumple questioned.
"Your bedside manners are seriously lacking."
Rumple just stared at Hook, unable to comprehend that even down and bleeding on the floor, he still had something smart to say.
"There is no bed and you'd be last person I'd express any level of mannerism towards." Rumple shot back.
Hook shifted on the floor, trying to find a more comfy spot, but only succeeded in jarring his injuries. He let out a sharp cry, but quickly bit his lip. His face twisted in agony, his hands travelling down to the source of the pain. Rumple scanned Hook's appearance, following Hook's hand movement down across his chest and down his abdomen Rumple's hand shot out and grab a hold of Hook's.
"Don't touch it." Rumple said calmly.
"What, what is it?" Hook voice was strained with pain as he looked up at Rumple. Following his gaze, Hook lifted his head and stared down at the source of the pain.
A piece of wood jetted out from his right side, just above the waist line of his leather pants, blood sluggishly oozing out around the wood. Hook stared at it in disbelief and disgust. He tried to wrench his hand out of Rumple's grasp, but found it to be secured tightly in his hold.
"Don't. ." Rumple bit, holding the pirate's wrist, knowing he would probably yank it out.
"Help me. Fix it!" Hook looked back up at Rumple with glazed eyes; the trauma of the wound was getting to him.
"I can't"
"Can't or won't?" Hook became enraged. Would the crocodile really let me die? Hook thought.
"It's enchanted" Rumple explained, "piece of the wood…that built your ship. Actually, it is from your ship."
Hook stopped his struggling and eyed Rumple. "My ship, you know where it is? Why do you have a piece of my ship?" Hook became furious, pain and blood loss forgotten. He sat up and faced Rumple, face red and eyes glaring. Rumple's face was somewhat calm, knowing the sudden spark will soon dissipate.
"Pirate you're forgetting something."
"What?" Hook hissed through clenched teeth.
"You're wounded" Rumple smiled back at Hook.
Hook stopped, anger and adrenaline suddenly gone, his body giving up and folding forwards. Eyes rolling back and a heavy signed breath escaped Hook.