'You tell him I said, now we're even.' The words echoed in her head over and over and suddenly she was on that cold floor, right back underneath him. His left hand pressing the fabric of her nightshirt into the floor above her head. Her wrists rubbing raw as she struggled to get free from him. She breathed deeply and began to scream with everything she had inside of her; praying that someone would hear her. Before she could get enough volume to alert anyone, she felt something collide with her left temple; wood and glass. The shards sliced her face and left a searing pain behind.
"Open your eyes!"
She could feel the heat from his words on her face, smell the vodka on his breath. His free hand snaked up into her hair and grasped a hand full of her blond tendrils. Emma's neck strained and her eyes shot open, as he roughly forced her head to the side. She saw the frame that had shattered against her skull, a photo of Henry staring back at her. "Take a good look at him, Ems." Neal growled into her ear. "Now...if you scream..." he closed the distance between his lips and her ear. "I'll take Henry somewhere that you'll never find him and I will make sure he forgets everything about you. You know who my father is, so you know I can make that happen."
She let out a sigh and with defeat, she dropped her gaze.
"Open Your Eyes, Emma! Emma?!
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"Emma? Emma, Open your eyes, love. You're having a nightmare." Killian's hand was gently anchored into her hair while his thumb ghosted across her cheek bone. "Emma..." his words were gentle and even, so as to not startle her.
"No...NO!" she panicked, unable to distinguish if she was dreaming or awake. Reactively she sat up, pulling her knees into her chest and pushing Killian's hand away. "Stop! STOP, PLEASE!"
Finding his was to his feet, he backed away and felt a small pang of rejection. The feeling lasted barely a second when he realized that she was still half asleep. Killian gave her a moment to wake up and realize where she was. Her eyes darted around the room as she began to come out of her daze.
"I'm...oh, Killian." Heaving breathes forced themselves from her lungs. "I'm so sorry." Her eyes watered up as she dropped her face into her hands.
Hook moved to sit beside her on the bed and placed his hand on her upper arm. "No, Lass. You've nothing to be sorry for."
Emma raised her head from her palms, her eyes meeting his. "My son, Killian. He threatened my son." Her voice cracked with the last word and tears streamed down her face once more. "He told me that if I fought back he would..." she trailed off.
"I will never let any harm come to your boy, Swan." He reassured her. "You have my word on that." he wrapped his leather-sheathed arm around her, tucking her into his side. She winced slightly as he lovingly snuggled her bruised body closer to his. Turning his head he barely ghosted a kiss into her soft hair. They sat that way, drifting in and out of sleep for the next few hours.
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"Storybrooke General Hospital Emergency Clinic, please hold."
Elevator music began to play on the other end of the line as Emma's head swarmed with anxiety. She never thought she'd be making this call. Even with all of the one night stands that she'd had in the past 10 years, Emma always made sure that she was careful. Birth Control Pills, Condoms...she never wanted to go down that road again. Her eyes drifted around the room as she waited for the voice to come back on the line.
"Thank you for holding, how may I help you?"
"Hi, um," She hesitated, "I was just wondering, how would I go about getting the um," pressing the phone closer to her mouth and cupping the speaker with her hand she whispered, "morning after pill?" Her nerves were over-taking her body. Emma had woken up in a panic, remembering that she hadn't been on birth control since leaving for Neverland.
After making sure that Hook was sound asleep, she stealthily lifted herself off of the bed, grabbed her cell phone and tip-toed across the creaky wood floor into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
"In order to get the prescription dose, you'll have to come in and be seen by a doctor." Said the woman on the other end. She seemed careless and uninterested. There was no sense of urgency in her tone, which struck Emma as odd, considering that this was an EMERGENCY clinic.
"Really? I can't just, I don't know...get it?" She felt the stress of having to be examined by a doctor; having every inch of her body looked at. The mere thought of it made her feel violated all over again.
"I'm sorry, miss", replied the nasal voice, "It's considered a controlled substance for anyone under 17 years of age. You'll have to come in and at least talk with a doctor." The woman was ignorant, that much was clear. She had already written Emma off as some kid who had thrown caution to the wind and had unprotected sex without thinking of the consequences.
"I'm not under age..." Frustration was building in Emma's chest. She took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "Look, is there any way I could just have the doctor call in a prescription for me? I really can't make it down there right now." By this point she was pacing back and forth in her tiny bathroom biting her thumb nail down to the quick.
"Unfortunately the pharmacy doesn't stock it. If you need it, you will either have to come down and pick it up or send someone to come pick it up for you." The woman had gone from careless to annoyed by now.
"Fine," Emma conceded, she knew that she couldn't step foot in that hospital, bruised and cut up asking for emergency contraception. Everyone would know what had happened to her. And news like that travels fast in a small town like Storybrooke. "I'll send someone. Please have it ready. If you could just put the instructions inside of the bag, I'd appreciate it." She said hurriedly as she heard Killian begin to stir.
"What's the last name on the prescription?" She asked
Emma sighed...so much for discretion, "It's Um, Swan."
"And who will be picking it up?" Asked the woman.
"A Mr. Jones." Said Emma just before slamming the flip phone shut. A knock on the door followed almost immediately.
"Emma, love? Are you alright? Were you talking to someone?" His voice over flowing with concern.
She unlocked the door and pulled it open to see a worried Killian standing before her.
Emma stepped forward, hesitation radiating from her.
"Killian, I need you to do something for me." She said with almost an ashamed tone.
"Of course; anything." He replied.
She huffed out a sigh, one hand found her hip, the other brushing over her forehead and then dragged down the side of her face.
"Let me get dressed, we have to take a drive."
The double doors to Storybrooke General opened with a swoosh. Killian casually made his way to the counter and with discretion on his lips leaned down to the man sitting behind the desk.
"Excuse me. I'm here to pick up a prescription." he said.
The man lifted his head but barely looked up at Killian. "I'm sorry, you're in the wrong place." He continued typing, "The pharmacy is across the street."
"I was told that I could pick it up here, mate." He did his best to stay calm. On the way from her apartment, Emma had explained what she needed from the hospital and how it worked. Even though Killian didn't completely understand the details, he caught the general idea. It killed him to think of his poor Swan sitting just outside in her small yellow vessel waiting for him to bring her these little pills.
The man sitting behind the desk, Brian, his name tag read, finally looked up. "Well, I don't know who you talked to...let me get a Doctor to help you." With that, he stood up and walked away.
Killian leaned against the counter, trying to stay as collected as possible. He took out the flip phone and scrolled to "Emma Text".
'Little mix up darling, nothing terrible. Should be out in a few moments'.
He hit send, closed the phone and slipped it back into his pocket.
"Captain Hook, what can I do for you?" Around the corner came Dr. Whale. He had a smile beaming from ear to ear like he had just won the lottery. He scratched out a signature onto the paper attached to his clip board then setting it down, he took a casual stance and leaned on the counter to match Killian.
"Um, Dr. I'm here to pick up a prescription for Miss Swan and she was told it would be ready for her, however this gentleman," He motioned to the man who was seated once again behind the counter," informs me that it apparently is not." the pirate kept his tone as even as possible, while the frustration rose inside of him.
"Ah, yes. The ah," Whale leaned in closer, "emergency contraceptive. Give me just a moment." He turned on his heals and slipped into his office which was only a few feet away. When he emerged, he was carrying a small white bag, with a piece of paper stapled to it.
Handing the bag to Killian he began to explain the instructions. "Tell Miss Swan to take one pill now and another in 12 hours." Killian nodded and gave a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes to show his appreciation. "Oh, she may want to eat a little something about a half hour before each dose, just to keep her from getting an upset stomach." Whale leaned in and pulled him in close to hear what Killian thought would be the next set of instructions. "Also, just a reminder...this isn't a consistent form of birth control, so if you guys are going to continue...you know," Whale clicked his tongue and winked at the pirate, "maybe think about getting her on a daily birth control pill or at least picking up some condoms."
Killian took a step back from the doctor. His eye brows furrowed in confusion.
"Excuse me? I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying, mate." He bit out the word mate, as he began to realize what was being implied.
"Look, I get it...she's totally hot. You get caught up in the moment; things happen." the Dr. shrugged and a smirk danced across his face. "But seriously, buddy." he slapped Killians upper arm in comradery, "This is a whole different world then the kind that we come from. Not only is there pregnancy, but there's some nasty little diseases floating around out there. She seems like a nice girl, but you never know. So, just be careful."
Killian's vision went red. All of the anger and rage that had been building up over the last 18 hours finally came to a head as his fist collided with Whale's smug face. Every bruise he'd spotted on Emma's body, every wince of pain she felt, every tear she shed had been weighing on him from the moment he stepped foot in her apartment and found her crumpled in a ball behind her couch. He'd kept himself calm and level-headed for her sake. But Whale's words had broken him. He couldn't hold it in anymore. As the Dr. attempted to recover from the first punch, he found himself being thrown down and pinned between the enraged captain and the hard concrete floor. Hook struck him over and over again. "You bloody bastard!" He mumbled out between strikes. "How dare you speak about her that way!" His fist continued to meet Whale's face until he found himself being pulled away by three orderlies. "I've called the Sheriff," said Brain from behind the desk. Killian continued to struggle against the large men holding him face down into the vinyl tiles as the once smug Dr. stumbled to his feet, blood dripping everywhere. After what could have been minutes or hours, he felt the cold metal of hand cuffs being wrapped around his wrist and he heard the familiar click of his hook being released from it's leather holster. His mind cleared and suddenly Killian realized what was happening.
"Jesus, Hook! What the hell did you do?!" Said the all too recognizable voice. He looked up to see a man standing above him wearing blue jeans, a button down shirt, a black leather jacket and a golden badge at his hip.
"Sheriff, this man assaulted me!" Cried Whale through swollen and bloodied lips. "I was giving him the pills for Emma and before I knew what was happening he was on top of me."
David looked at the pirate in confusion, "What pills for Emma? I thought she was home sick." His tone took a hostile turn. "Where is she, Hook?" He bent down and snatched the little white bag from the floor where it had fallen during the scuffle. His lips moved quickly as he scanned the piece of paper; reading the description of the contents of the bag. He blinked in a confused state and tilted his head off to the side. As he began to realize just what he held in his hand, the double doors opened once more and in walked Emma.
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