Chapter 11
Belle's Revenge
Killian Jones sat miserably in a hospital bed, poking at his plate of Jell-O. He knew that he'd brought it on himself. And he should have known better after Emma had stranded him atop that beanstalk.
Speaking of...
The pirate - who had singed hair and a mix of burn cream and bandages on his face and arms and places covered by his gown - glanced down at his bandaged lap with a grimace just as the curtain around his bed opened revealing a pleasantly smiling Belle.
Killian scowled. "What do you want?"
"I volunteer here. I want to give back for all of the help I received when I was a patient. I brought you a new ice pack!" she cheerfully informed. "I heard about the... um... botched circumcision. And I understand the Sheriff's Department is investigating who slipped that potion into Dr. Whale's drink at The Rabbit Hole. Of course, it could take awhile. He has pretty much hit on every woman in town, so I'm guessing he has a lot of enemies. Making him think he was a mohel! And after consuming a whole bottle of scotch! I mean, that's just silly!" she giggled before schooling her features into a look of concern.
"And unfortunate that events coincided as they did. Really, when you think about it, it's Regina's fault. I mean, it seems... what do you call it? Bad form to have only had one surgeon in Storybrooke."
"Yes, bad form," Killian grumbled, snatching the ice pack from her.
"Do you want more Jell-O?"
"No!"
"Oh, well, okay then. Nurse Severance should be here shortly to give you a sponge bath. She must be really exited to have you as a patient again. She waxed her mustache!"
Killian scowled and fell back against his pillows. "Wonderful.