Prompt: Killian is a famous hockey player and is engaged to Emma. He gets hurt in a match and Emma has a break down.

I am British and have never seen a NHL match before and hockey isn't a sport particularly shown on TV and I've never played it before so I hope the teams make sense and sorry for any inconsistencies in the hockey terminology. As such I have focused more on the emotions than the actual hockey.

I hope you enjoy anyway

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Emma had always struggled accepting life's 'good moments', a childhood spent walking on eggshells, desperately trying to avoid giving yet another foster family a reason to kick you out, despite it being futile would do that to you. Eventually with a lot of patience from The Nolan's, she'd managed to accept that she could let her walls down and not everyone was going to let her down. It was in those teen years, where most people struggled with self-identity, trying to work out what their place in the world was, where Emma felt most at home. David, her older foster brother, had cared for her like she'd always been there and understood her. Ruth her foster mother had been the mother she'd always wished she'd had. All had been going well and Emma should have realised it wouldn't have lasted- Ruth died suddenly, tearing her heart apart. Grief was a destructive emotion, causing you to question your ability to love, your compassion. Emma had felt empty, even David, who was himself grieving, couldn't stop her. David had thrown everything into Hockey, something which he'd always had a natural talent, and became good very quickly, the determination to make his mother proud, fuelling his desire even further. Emma had sunk further into herself, withdrawing herself from everything, swearing never to love, in any form again.

David had been playing a local college game, where a talent scout had been present, and had later asked him to join the Boston Bruins, He'd agreed whole heartedly and Emma of course had been happy, but it felt like she was losing another person in her life.

This feeling only intensified when he'd met his girlfriend (now wife) Mary Margaret, a counsellor for the team. Emma had learned to let go of her jealousy after a while, Mary Margaret was sweet and understanding and managed to be optimistic about everything, a quality Emma found remarkable,

The team had also been like a family to Emma, even the manager Ms Regina Mills, becoming less hostile towards her recently, although Emma expected that was more to do with her blossoming relationship with Robin than actually meeting the woman's approval.

It was also where she'd met Killian.

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David after much persuading had managed to convince her to come to some hockey related ball, insisting that some time away from catching bad guys, Netflix and ice cream wouldn't hurt. Emma hadn't wanted to go but knew for David's sake she should make an effort, at least she would know a few people there.

Emma knew they had signed a new player, it's just no one mentioned that he'd be so ruggedly handsome or arrogant, not that she needed a man anyway, certainly not him.

That's what she'd told herself for 3 weeks before finally relenting and going on a proper date.

He'd proposed 2 years later, at a quiet 'family' (team meal), Emma had said yes, finally realising that maybe home wasn't a place but a person.

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Tonight was the first game of the official season and Bruins were due to play the Jets. It shouldn't be a particularly hard game to win but because it was the first game of the season nerves were running high. Emma hugged her David and kissed her fiancé wishing them both good luck before going to watch the game with Mary Margaret. She hated waiting for the game to start so god knows how any of the players felt.

The referee blew the whistle motioning the start of the game. The first half was fairly uneventful on both sides, and the Bruins were in the lead 3-2, she knew Killian would be annoyed though as he failed to stop one of the goals.

It was in the last 10 minutes of the game and the Jets scored an equaliser. The Bruins fought back, defending well but failing to get a goal. That's when a player on the opposing team, Walsh something came bursting through, an ape of a man, he was a difficult person to defend, Killian signalled David as the other Right Defender to help him put pressure on Walsh, Walsh had other ideas, slipping his stick in front of Killian and pushing into him causing him to fall, he hit the ice with a thud. Emma, who was already on the edge of her seat, jumped out running towards the rink, determined to see what had happened.

The medics arrived on the rink, Killian wasn't responding. God what had happened, Emma was at the edge of the rink now and before she could go any further she felt warm hands envelop her, David as much as she loved her big brother, now she needed to be with Killian not him.

She didn't hear much else, lost in her thoughts, none of which were good, all she knew was she was on the way to hospital with Mary Margaret and David, the game had stopped and would be rescheduled.

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"Are you alright?" Emma decided that this was the worst question ever invented because the only time anyone ever asked it was when you were quite obviously not alright. She knew they meant well, that Mary Margaret's mollycoddling and David's psycho analysis of the game was just their way of coping but it wasn't helping ease her nerves.

It also didn't help that the staff refused to tell her what was happening only that they were carrying out a few scans and tests and would let her know when they knew more themselves. Emma was just about on her last straw and after gleaming (eavesdropping) Killian's room number decided to take matters into her own hands.

She waited until it was quieter before entering his room 206

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"Emma" he croaked

"Hey" She tried to keep a brave face, but her smile didn't reach her eyes and she was an open book to him anyway.

"Emma I'm"

"DON'T" Anger and frustration getting the better of her.

"Don't what Emma"

"Don't say you're fine because you're not. That was a nasty fall Killian and I can see in your eyes that you're still in pain but you're too stubborn to ask them to up your pain meds. I know you and that this fall will hurt you more because you won't be able to play than any physical injury. But it hurt me too, because today this, it reminded me how dangerous hockey can be and that you're not invincible. It's just in my life I've lost everything and everyone in my life and I I can't lose you too"

Tears rushed down her face, her eyes sore and bloodshot from crying. She brushed the tears away murmuring pull yourself together Swan you're not the one in the hospital bed.

Killian placed his hand over hers, "Swan listen to me" She lifted her head so she could make eye contact "I know you're scared but love you don't need to worry about me, if there's one thing I'm good at its surviving"

Emma smiled weakly. She was good at that too, surviving. But that wasn't enough anymore because ever since she'd met Killian she'd started living and she wasn't ready to give that up yet.

Once again sorry to any hockey fans. Hope you liked it nonetheless. Thanks to all those who liked/reblogged.