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(happy endings have a cost)
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"Damage done by the Dark One can never just disappear. She'll suffer everything she feels until she heals." Rumple said mournfully as he looked up the loft. "Emma is one who protests against bedrest, isn't she?"
Snow gave a trembling smile. "Of course she does. Why make things easier? Isn't one morning she isn't trying to leave this apartment."
"Sounds familiar," Belle teased lightly.
In the loft rested Emma, tucked beneath blankets. Killian sat diligently, guarding her from both harm and from her attempts to creep out of bed. They had tried playing cards, which had shown to be pointless, as they both cheated each other to the point Snow had to remove the deck of cards to stop the two from fighting over honor and such.
"You haven't slept much," Emma noted as she looked up at Killian. He looked exhausted, wearing a blanket like a cape around him.
"Someone has to keep you from running around like a lunatic," he shot back. "I'm not letting you go sprinting off."
Emma gave him a faint grin. "You calling me crazy?"
"As a hatter."
She reached for the piece of paper that Henry had written for her. He'd been running all over town in his attempts of recording all their lives. Within his journal came Granny's lasagna recipe and Regina's father's life story. He'd recorded how many arrows Robin had ever shot and he kept tally of how many times Neal cried at night. Belle had given him a list of her favorite books while Rumple had him transcribe the price of magic.
Emma Swan found her family.
Five words made her heart falter every time.
Killian yawned, catching her attention. "You're being an idiot," she informed him before shifting over in her bed. Within moments she was up on her feet. He jumped to his own and pointed at the bed.
"What do you think you're doing?" He demanded loudly.
"Either you take a nap here, or I'm going for a stretch."
They watched each other carefully. Since the tower she had become wary. She flinched when people moved to quickly and David learned to stop wearing a belt in her presence. Loud sounds made her uncomfortable. Killian had kept his distance while keeping presence under the reasoning that she was crazy and he'd never feel right unless he knew she was alright.
"Here?" He asked.
She pointed at the rose printed sheets mutely.
Killian carefully removed his hook while carefully keeping his handless arm to his side. The hook was placed on the night stand. Emma delicately touched his arm with her hand. "I'm not scared of seeing it, you know."
"Maybe I'm the one scared of you seeing."
"You shouldn't be," she shrugged before slipping into the bed feeling dizzy and worn out. Magic sparked at her finger tips before the feeling faded. Killian carefully slipped beneath the sheets next to her, arranging themselves to ensure that he had her carefully in his grip, his hook within easy reach and her fingers laced together with his. "Afraid I'll sneak off?"
"I know you, Swan. You're a damn liar at playing solitaire."
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