Emma was ushered out by the medical personnel that had flooded the room. Something was wrong - well, something was even worse than it had been. The doctor and nurses moved around frantically, taking in the data of the machines, moving, trying to save his life.

Emma was trying to fight against the guilt, the guilt that was coming now stronger than ever. This was not her fault, she knew, this was all Zelena's fault but still, she felt bad. After all that had happened had she even bothered to ask if he was okay? If he was injured, if he needed a doctor, something, anything. She'd been so focused on keeping him away, making sure he knew she wasn't staying that she had forgotten that he was person too, with limits. A person who could be hurt... and not just in his heart.

Well, maybe now she would get her wish of staying away. Maybe she wouldn't have to distance herself anymore - maybe...

Not this way, she thought, please, not this way.

She closed her eyes, trying to think about something else. Closed her eyes trying to forget, trying not to be too emotional about this. She'd been happy only hours before, hadn't she? They had won. But now happy seemed so difficult - if she lost Killian too... It would still be a victory, but not sweet. All she could see suddenly where his eyes. Sad, hurt, blue eyes.

Emma sighed.

The Doctor was preparing a long plastic tube a - no. She couldn't watch this. She started walking, she'd left Henry and the others a long time ago, they were probably wondering where she was, why hadn't she returned. She didn't know if she was going to be able to handle all the happy in there, but she would have to. She took a quick look at Hook's room and felt a lump in her throat. He could easily die.

She left for her parent's room and put a strong face. This was nothing. Hook had gotten a bit sick, nothing else. No need to worry Henry and the others too much, he would probably be better after resting a bit. Besides, he was in good hands. No reason to worry at all. Gosh, if she could at least believe this herself...

"Mom! We were getting worried! What happened?" Henry asked.

Suddenly, Emma wasn't feeling confident enough to pull the there's nothing to be worried about speech.

"Hook's having some problems to breathe, Doctor's with him right now."

"Really? He seemed fine a couple of hours ago, that's weird. Are we sure this isn't some curse or something? So out of the blue..." David asked. It never hurt to be cautious.

"It's not out of the blue. It's how I lost my powers - Zelena drowned him and I had to revive him. This is apparently an after effect of that, something that's relatively common."

"Will he be ok?" Henry asked.

"Doctor says his chances are good." But that had been before all the machines started screaming. Now the Doctor was likely not so optimistic. She tried to smile, but something in her eyes must have betrayed how she felt, because the room felt suddenly much more tense.

Mary Margaret spoke.

"You look quite tired, why don't you go back to our place and get some rest? I could use some sleep too, if I'm honest."

"Sure."

And so they left.

Emma was doubtful. She briefly considered going back to Hook's room but finally decided against it. It had been a really long day, they needed a break. They were back the next morning, fresh and early.

Doctor Whale stopped her .

"Emma!"

"How is he?"

"I was getting to that right now, don't worry. I just to ask a couple of questions first, okay?" The sheriff nodded. "Any next of kin we contact?"
"No, he's... he's alone."

And you were planning abandoning him too. An uncomfortable voice on the back of her head said. She ignored it, the doctor was still asking questions.

"There was bruising on his back and chest, do you know why?"

"Zelena threw us flying in the barn, now that I think about it. But we'v been thrown around so much and he has never complained...Did that cause this?"

"No, the onset was probably the drowning but it's important that we know everything to avoid further complications."

"Further... what happened?"

"We had to intubate him, I'm afraid - he went into full respiratory arrest. And there's also a fever, that appeared yesterday night, probably bacterial infection form the water..."

"Henry, why don't you go..."

"No, I want to hear it. If Hook is like this because he was helping us I want to know how bad he is. You're telling us he's worse, Doctor?"

"Yeah, quite worse. We're hoping that the vent will take from stress from the lungs, give them time to get back to normal. But this... infection, whatever this fever is, is only making this worse, and we won't know what exactly it is until we get the blood work back."

"So, his chances aren't good anymore."

"I really am sorry. He's just... His body has dealt with a lot of abuse, and not just the last days. The amount of scarring... It was only a matter of time."

"Are you saying there's no hope?" Emma said, and her voice broke a little, despite herself.

"No, no... he can get through this, with the vent and the appropiate medication, but... a lot of people in his state would be dead already. If the fever brings any other complication or stressant...which is quite possible... I...You should probably say goodbye."

"NO! No, no, no!" She was not goint to accept that.

"I really am sorry."

"Mom..."

"Hook's not going to die, Henry. He's though, he's strong. You'll see. Go to your grandparents, ok? I need to have a few words with a certain pirate."

Emma wasn't sad, she was simply angry. An unprecedented anger to hold of her as she heard the words of the Doctor, specially those saying that she should probably say goodbye. No. No way. He wasn't going to get away that easily. She stormed into his room, ignoring the nurses and people she found on her way.

Determined.

Henry watched her from a distance. Saw her break down. And saw the state Hook was in - so lifeless and silent. Sometimes, this place could so criminally unfair.

Emma came into the room practically screaming.

"You! How dare you! How dare you!? You come into New York, you break my pretty fake life, you stand by me in all this Zelena horror and now you pretend to leave? No goodbye, no explanation, nothing?"

She kicked one of the walls of the room with her boot. It was useless.

"It was me who was supposed to leave, ok?" She screamed at the silent figure in the bed. "Not you. You were supposed to continue being a pirate or something and we would go back to normal."

She breathed, deeply. And then took a good look at the pirate. Pale, a mere shadow of his former self. With that tube coming from the corner of his mouth. He had stopped breathing. That idiot. Emma thought of all he'd done for them in the last few months. And what had she done...? You don't value what you have until you lose it, she thought bitterly.

She calmed down and slumped in the chair that was by the bedside. The tears came again to her eyes, and she hastily wiped the away.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell thank you for your help, I'm sorry I didn't make an effort to put myself in you position and try to understand why you did what you did. I'm sorry I didn't ask if you were okay. Just don't leave, okay? Stay. Stay here with me."

But the only answer Emma received was silence.

She cursed the heavens, cursed everything.

"Haven't I lost enough? Hasn't he lost enough already?"

But she received no answer.

Only silence.

"Killian, just... don't go."

When he awoke, there was only white blinding light and he was drowning.

Choking.

He couldn't see. He couldn't hear.

He couldn't breathe.

Where the hell was he?

A/N: Here's more! Adding some action. Where is Hook? The after life? Coma fantasy? Magically induced something? (Clue: note that this isn't listed as tragedy) Anyways, many thanks for the nice comments sp far and hope this didn't disappoint too much. It's my first time writing in this fandom and I am still a bit unsure about the characters. Hope you enjoyed!
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