Summary : Emma gets sick and Killian tries to nurse her back to health. A three-shot.

Emma thought her head pounding was just from not getting a lot of sleep last night, after spending some time with a certain one-handed pirate. She thought her eyes might be hurting from getting up early to walk with Henry to school. She thought she didn't have a lot of layers on to be feeling as hot as she did when the temperature was barely in the 40s outside. And she even felt more out of it when she was was sitting in the Storybrooke police station while David was going to get lunch for them at Granny's. Emma tried to focus on paperwork in front of her, but her vision was starting to get blurry.

Emma was so tired and aching all over she didn't even notice when a certain one-handed pirate came to sit in a seat across from her.

"Emma?"

She looks up to see Killian leaning in the chair, his blue eyes boring into her, trying to read her like the 'open book' he always claimed she was.

Emma jumped, a little taken back by the sudden appearance of him, "God, Killian you scared me."

"Sorry love, but I've been sitting here for a while. You didn't notice me."

"Gee, sorry for once I didn't notice the pirate with makeup on dressed head to toe in leather every waking moment." She mumbled, but Killian heard. She felt bad for the comment when she looked up to see him look as if she just struck him.

"Did I do something Lass?"

"N-no it's not you. I'm just tired is all."

Killian started to feel worry creep up. "Tired? Did you not get enough rest love?"

Emma couldn't help the smile that appeared on her lips, "Well we didn't do much sleeping last night."

Killian smiled at that, knowing she meant the night they spent together intimately, "Aye, my apologies, Swan. But you didn't seem that opposed to it."

Before she could respond, the door swung open and David came in holding a bag and drinks in his hand. He eyed between Killian and Emma, curiously wondering if he interrupted something.

"Hook," He said acknowledging the man.

"Hello there Dave," He gave a short salute to Charming as he set the food on Emma's desk.

"Hey I got grilled cheese sandwiches. Hope that's alright." David said to Emma, who was staring down at the paper, not responding to him. "Emma?"

"Huh?" She looks up, her hazel-green eyes widening as if she just noticed him.

"I said I got grilled cheese sandwiches for us."

"Oh. Great." She turned back to the papers. David frowned at how strange she was acting.

David met Hook's eyes, and he looked just as concerned about his daughter.

"Emma, are you alright?" David reached out to put a hand on her shoulder, but she got up quickly, standing.

"I'm fine." Emma starts to feel dizzy, no doubt her standing that fast, made her headache worse. She slowly moves from her desk, walking past David and Killian to head to the bathroom. Yeah. She was sure water would help wake her up."I just got to splash some water on my face, I'm just a little tired-"

She didn't get to finish her thought before she crashed right to the floor. All Emma heard was Killian and David shouting her name and then it went dark.

Emma woke up in a bed at Storybrooke's hospital. She groaned as her eyes tried to adjust to the bright lights.

"Emma?"

Emma turned on her side to see Hook sitting near her bed. She noticed she had an IV in her arm, probably to give her fluids, and she was in a gown. His eyes widened at her and quickly turned to relief. She felt the warmth radiating in them at the sight of her clearly alright.

"Killian." She tried to clear her throat.

Killian noticed and reached over to the table near her bed and poured her some water out of the container. She gratefully took a sip, letting the cool water sooth her parched throat.

"What am I doing here?"

"Lass you fainted. They said you're sick with a high fever."

Emma mentally slapped herself. She kept saying she was just tired, not even letting herself think she was getting sick. But it was understandable, she had work. And had to spend time with Henry, her parents, Killian. And prepare for anything that may require the savior. She had to be ready 24/7 for anything.

"Oh." She muttered. She wanted to hit her head on something, possibly that nightstand next to her hospital bed. Annoyed that was all she could come up with.

"Oh? That's all you can say?" Killian voice shaking with anger he tried to keep in check. "You were burning up when I touched you after you passed out."

"I have work, I can't worry about stuff like this."

"Excuse me love, but stuff like this," He waves his hook, gesturing to her and probably all the hospital equipment that was monitoring her, "Is something to worry about because darling your health is important, especially to me."

Emma sighs, "I'm sorry."

Killian's eyes soften, his anger dissipating as soon as it came, and he leans over, brushing a few stray strands out of her face before laying a soft kiss on her forehead. "I just worry about you love. I can't bare anything happening to you."

"I know." Emma says, feeling tired all over again.

"Get some rest. Whale said you can leave in a few hours. Charming and Snow will be by later to check up on you. Henry will stay with Regina until you're well."

"And you?" Emma looked over, eyes half-lidded, "What will you being doing while I am sick in bed?"

That's when Killian gave her a smile, like those ones just for her that made her heart thump loudly, "Well Lass, I'll just have to take care of you until you're well again."

This is going to be a three-shot. So two more parts coming!