Killian looked through the blinds, an image of a pale, frail body of a teenage girl lay limp upon the hospital bed. Tubes attached in all kinds of places, an ache in his chest was making it hard for him to breathe. He knew that if this fragile girl, a physical representation of his love for Emma. If she died in that very bed, in this very time. He knew that she would never exist again. Not only would it destroy him, he knew it would kill his one true love in the harshest way known to man. She would never look at him the same way, knowing that if they got too close, that she would lose someone else. She wouldn't want to be with him knowing that he was the person who would give her this beautiful little girl only for her to be taken away from her over again. He would lose Emma forever.
He stood there, spying. There was nothing else he could do. Nurses came and nurses went, checking her vitals, watching her blood pressure. All of this machinery was still relatively new to his life, he didn't want to get in the way. Even if his feet could move he didn't think he would want to.
"Killian." A soft whisper came from behind him, he turned his head slightly, catching a strain of golden hair in the corner of his watering eye.
A touch, a gently place hand upon his shoulder. It was warm, her hands often were. He didn't speak, leaning back into her touch as much as he could without losing his balance.
"The doctors," she started, sighing heavily, probably to hold back any signs of emotion. "They're saying she's stable. We just have to wait for her to wake up on her own." She informed, stepping into the gap between him and the door.
"I'm hoping we still get a chance to get to know her." He said softly, eyeing her swiftly.
"We will." Emma assured him, smiling sincerely.
It was the second time he had seen her smile, right there in that same corridor. He remembered that day fondly. The birth of the prince, she was happy seeing her brother for the first time, they all were. Babies seemed to being joy, that's what he's learnt living among people in a way he hadn't done so in a long time. Living on a ship tended to contain slightly different experiences.
"My parents brought food, if you're interested?" She asked, breaking away from their small physical contact.
Mary Margaret along with David, Henry and baby Neal were all entertaining themselves in the waiting room. Henry was focused on his game boy, and David had soon given up trying to converse with the teenager and moved on to entertaining his son.
Mary Margaret laughed at David's attempt of baby chatter. "What is daddy saying to you?" She cooed, tickling Neal's tiny toes.
"We're just chatting" David defended, "he loves it when we have our chats." He said proudly.
"Grandpa, nobody loves it when you do that." Henry teased, ducking away with a harmless snicker.
"I'll have you know that, your uncle is perfectly fine with how I talk."
"You baby talking my brother again?" Emma interrupted, she had just walked in, having convinced Killian to finally take a break from Giselle watch.
"How's she's doing?" Mary Margaret asked her daughter, Emma took a seat, Killian sat down beside her silently. He was still worried sick, and frankly he was frustrated that nobody seemed to be doing a bloody damn thing to help his only daughter.
"She's doing okay" Emma nodded, not having much else to say.
"It's kind of weird how she's my little sister but she's older than me." Henry said loudly, speaking to himself mostly but his words hung in the air all the same.
"What do you mean you can't fix her?" Regina demanded. The queen had stormed into the nurses station demanding answers. "This is a hospital, that's your job" she spat icily.
"We are doing all we can, her heart rate is normal, her Brian activity is positive. We just can't wake her."
"Can't or won't?" She snapped, knocking over paperwork. The documents splattered across the room, the nurses all looked between each other. They were scared, and who wouldn't be? the queen wasn't exactly known for being understanding.
"Take me to Whale." She demanded, grabbing a whimpering nurse by the arm and pushing her trembling body into the hallway.
They walked down the hallway at a fast pace, one might assume it was because they were in a hurry, but it was probably more to do with the fearful nurse wanting to get as far away from Regina as fast as possible.
As soon as Regina had spotted the familiar doctor, she slammed the door behind her, locking her personal tour guide out into the hallway, she took this opportunity to run as fast as she could, straight past the charming family and out of the building.
"What was that all about?" Mary Margaret questioned but nobody had an answer.