Hey guys! Sorry about not continuing this story, I really am. Life caught me and I've been busy. I know what I'm posting isn't much and isn't nearly as long as the previous chapter, but I got a little inspiration for a continuation of the story, and I thought I'd share it with you! No promises on continuing this story, but I might add little bits and pieces of the story throughout that follow my original plan. They may not be full chapters from now on, but you'll still get the story of it.
Hope this is alright for you so far!
Being able to move was a definite improvement. Only being able to move slightly without almost passing out from exhaustion or having her limbs give out, though, was torturous. Emma was a woman of action and very little patience when it came to her body so as far as she was concerned, being bedridden for days on end was as close to hell as anyone could get. It may have only been four days since she'd woken up, but it felt like it had been much longer.
Multiple times she had tried to stand. She lifted herself up from the bed, arms trying to hold her steady but shaking with the strain. Before she was even out of bed her breathing was labored and loud, beads of sweat dripping off her forehead. You'd think she just ran a marathon or had just got done with bounty.
When she finally placed her feet on the ground and put her weight on them, they gave out, unable to support her. She collapsed to the ground unceremoniously, unable to catch herself with her weak arms, landing painfully on her face. Curse words flew out of her mouth. It was just so frustrating!
Killian had chosen that exact time to walk into the room. Immediately when he saw her, he rushed to her side, helping Emma up. Then the protective side of him that Emma came to despise these last few days came out, chiding and scolding her for pushing herself too soon.
"I was fine," she huffed out, almost completely out of breath, as Killian easily placed her back onto the bed.
"Ah, yes, I could see that you were perfectly capable as you kissed the floor," he said back sarcastically, a little edge to his voice. She turned away from him, not really mad at him but at herself-she was weak, she was useless, she was pathetic.
"I'm going to sleep now," she said sharply. Had it been a different time, a different situation, a different world, she would have still been frustrated with him, but she would have found it endearing. Emma would have still had issues accepting his help, but she would be so venomous at him. She was taking out her anger on Killian. She pretended to ignore him, eyes clamped shut as she was turned away on the bed, but she was very conscious of him. She could feel his presence like electricity and he was brooding over her. He stood there for awhile; why, she did not know. After a long stretch of silence, he left the room without another word.
