Chapter 6
Emma turned to look at Hook. He was lying there, staring up at her. "Well that was a nice visit with your parents."
"What the hell do you think you're doing. Are you trying to hurt yourself even more?"
"Emma, I had to go to the bathroom. I didn't think you'd appreciate me using your bed as a latrine."
"You couldn't have waited five minutes for me to come back and help you in there? You are the most stubborn man I have met in my entire life!"
"Well you are the most stubborn lass I have ever met in my entire life and I'm three hundred years older than you! What do you have to say to that, princess?"
"Princess?! If anyone is acting like a princess, it's you, you entitled, stubborn, son of a bitch. The next time you think about giving me sass, keep in mind that you are in no condition to defend yourself, and I have a father downstairs who has a gun and would love nothing more than to come up here and shoot you. Now shut up and let me take care of you!" Why do I let him rile me up like this?
Hook stared open mouthed at Emma. And then begin to laugh. Which he quickly regretted. He gritted his teeth and turned his head so she wouldn't see how much pain he was in. He felt her kneel next to him. "Hook?" Her voice was gentle, surprisingly so after how he had just piqued her anger. "Hook we need to get you off the floor." She softly placed her hand on his back.
"Just let me lay here for a second, lass."
"Can you at least roll over so I can clean you up a bit? I also brought something that will help take some of the pain away."
"Is it rum? Rum is good." Emma rolled her eyes as Hook, slowly, turned himself to lay on his back, gritting his teeth in pain the whole time. Emma reached onto her bed and grabbed a pillow to place under his head. "I've got to get some of this blood off before I can clean the wounds." Emma grabbed a decorative bowl that was sitting on a shelf in her room, went to her bathroom, filled it with warm water, and grabbed the softest washcloth she could find. She also filled a glass with water. After seating herself next to Hook again, she handed him the glass and pain pills. "Take these."
"What are they?"
"It's medicine. It'll help knock the edge off the pain." Hook swallowed the pills and rested his head back on the pillow. Emma began her gentle assault on the dried blood caking his body.
Hook stared straight at the ceiling while Emma doctored him. He never once noticeably looked at her, even when she kept glancing at him to see if she was hurting him. Neither of them spoke until she had cleaned off all of the blood, disinfected his wounds, bandaged the worst ones, and checked for any broken bones, which, to her surprise and relief, he didn't seem to have. "Well, I'm all done," Emma finally said. "Do you want to keep lying here while I change the sheets on my bed?" Hook nodded his head faintly, but didn't say a word. "Okay, well, I'll just be a few minutes. Do you want anything to eat? Drink?" He silently shook his head. "Um… ok. Just yell if you change your mind."
Hook finally turned to look at her and spoke. "You haven't asked me again about what happened. Why?" God, he's moody.
"Hook, I'm not going to nag you for information. You have a reason why you are choosing to not tell me. I trust your judgment. You'll tell me when you're ready." Emma made to stand up, but Hook's hand on hers stopped her.
"Emma," Hook hesitated.
"Yes?"
"Just… hurry back."
To her surprise, Emma smiled, a truly genuine smile, and reached out and smoothed his hair back from his forehead. "I'll be back in a jiff. Don't go anywhere." Emma only caught a glance of Hook's sarcastic grin before she left the room and made her way downstairs.