Chapter 11:
So I left y'all with a bit of a cliffhanger! I'm sorry for not updating sooner, but I had a wedding this weekend and didn't have a chance to upload anything! So here it is, chapter 11. Please review and enjoy!
Emma woke up screaming the next morning due to a searing pain shooting through her head. She clutched her head and saw the hospital band on her wrist. Confused, she looked around and saw she was at a hospital.
"Hello?!" She cried out, the fear clear in her voice. Two nurses and a doctor came through the door; the doctor whispered something at the nurses and they left.
"Miss Swan, my name is Doctor Zelena Mills," the doctor said as she closed the door and crossed the room. She stood next to Emma, whose heart was beating so fast it was surprising the doctor couldn't hear it. "I want you to know that you're in safe hands and you will be able to leave in the next few days." She tried to reassure Emma with a smile, but it wasn't working.
"What the hell is going on? Where am i?" Emma demanded. The pain in her head was still too much and Emma cried out in pain again. Doctor Mills opened the door and called to someone down the hall that she needed painkillers.
"Miss Swan, you're in hospital. You were admitted yesterday late afternoon. Do you remember what happened?"
Emma racked her brains. "No, I don't know! My head hurts, I can't think!" Emma cried, close to tears.
Doctor Mills left and returned seconds later with painkillers and a cup of water. She told Emma to take them and drink slowly. Once Emma had taken the painkillers, she remembered what had happened.
"I-I fell down the stairs," Emma said, questioning her own memory. "No. I was pushed-" It all came flooding back to her. Neal, the argument, the saviour, the push… "Oh my god, my baby! How is my baby?" Emma said as she grabbed her stomach. Doctor Mills looked to the ground before answering.
"Miss Swan, I'm so sorry. The damaged caused by your fall was too much. You were knocked out instantly and the impact of hitting the concrete caused you to have a miscarriage." Doctor Mills spoke in a soft tone.
Emma burst into tears. She didn't know what to think. It was true that she never wanted the baby, but she had a plan to give birth and put him or her up for adoption. It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
"Miss Swan, if you don't mind, I need to talk you through the next stages." Emma was barely listening as Doctor Mills informed her of what needed to happen next. When she realised Emma wasn't listening, she told her that she'd send her an information pack that she can read in her own time.
"I'll leave you to rest, Miss Swan." She turned to leave and made it halfway through the door before Emma called her back.
"Who rescued me? From Neal?" Emma asked.
Doctor Mills smiled, "he's in reception, if you'd like to meet him?" Emma nodded and it took 10 minutes before Emma was faced with her saviour.
He was tall, with a full, dark beard and waved hair that parted at the side and fell over his forehead. He was dressed in a dark grey suit, white shirt, and matching dark grey tie. He had his hands in his pockets and had a shy disposition about him.
"Miss Swan?" he asked, the faint hint of an Irish accent escaped his lips.
"Yes?" Emma said, nervously.
"My name's DCI Graham Humbert, I work with the Metropolitan Police." Emma's heart, which had just begun to calm down, began to race once again. "I heard you wanted to meet your saviour?" Emma laughed in disbelief.
"You saved me?"
"Yes, Miss Swan. A neighbour heard the argument between yourself and Mr Cassidy. We were called to the scene, as it was a suspected domestic violence case. I'm glad I did response, DCI's aren't normally involved in DV cases. If I didn't respond, I'm not sure I would have found you in time."
Emma couldn't believe it. "Wait," she said. "'Mr Cassidy'?" she asked. "How do you know his name?"
"Miss Swan, I arrested Mr Cassidy after he pushed you. He's been charged with numerous offences."
The cold air nipped at Killian's face and brought him back to reality. Had he misheard her?
"Would you like to come inside?" Emma said, her eyes fixed on his.
Yes, would be the answer Killian wanted to say, but did she actually want that? She had sent the taxi on his way, she had invited him in, and maybe she did want it?
"Yes, Miss Swan," Killian said. Emma stepped aside and let him through the door. She took his jacket and hung it on the coat stand near the door. Taking his hand, she led him through the hallway and into the kitchen.
"Would you like tea, coffee, or perhaps something stronger?" Emma asked while she searched the cupboard. She pulled out a bottle of rum. "I've got some rum?"
"Thank you, Emma, rum would be great," Killian said, a bag of nerves. Emma poured rum into two tumblers and handed one to Killian. Their fingers touched and Killian dropped his tumbler. It smashed as soon as it hit the floor sending shards of glass in all directions. "I apologise Emma, I don't know what came over me." Killian blurted out as he dropped to the floor and began collecting glass fragments.
"It's okay!" Emma sang, and she grabbed a tea towel to put the fragments in.
"No, it's not, I should have been more careful," Killian said, not looking Emma in the eye. Emma squatted down to Killian's height and she noticed he was close to tears.
She reached out her hand and touched his forearm, "Killian-" she said and Killian jumped at her touch and cut his hand. "Oh god, come here," Emma said and she took Killian over to the sink where she wrapped up his hand and made him hold it above his head. "Now stay there while I clean up the kitchen," she said with a smile. While she picked up the pieces of glass, her mind began to wander. Did she do something wrong? Emma questioned herself. Why was he acting this way? Did he not want to come in? Had she pushed him? These questioned raced around Emma's mind.
Killian stood facing the kitchen window and looked out into Emma's garden. He wondered how many evenings Emma had spent on her hammock reading, or wrapped up in a blanket in front of the fire pit. He thought about how much he wanted to do those things with Emma and how ready for it he was. He was nervous before, the touch of Emma's fingers caused him to drop his glass, but the thought of being cuddled up next to her changed that. This wouldn't end up being a one-night stand. This was something much more.
He turned around to see Emma had finished sweeping up the glass. She emptied it into the bin and faced Killian. He could see that she was upset, and he knew it was his fault. But he was going to fix that.
Emma's heart skipped a beat as Killian crossed the kitchen, cupped her face with his hands and kissed her. The kiss exposed everything; their passion for each other, their newly developed feelings, and their desire for more. Emma grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in tighter. Their tongues met and danced with each other as Emma's arms travelled up and around Killian's neck. Killian he lifted Emma, her legs instinctively around his waist as he carried her to the counter behind her, not breaking their kiss. Killian ran his hands up and down her thigh; Emma's hands in his hair. He broke the kiss, and kissed her cheeks, her jaw, and her neck. Once again, Emma's breathing escalated and the sound of it encouraged Killian. His hands trailed under her shirt and he stroked her back. The fact Emma wasn't wearing a bra underneath Killian's shirt she had borrowed turned him on even more. He kissed her again, with more passion and furiousness. Emma undid his tie and threw it behind Killian. She kissed his neck and unbuttoned his shirt. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and it fell to the floor. Their eyes met and they knew what would happen next.
Emma hopped down from the counter and took Killian's hand. They walked a few paces into the hallway before Emma pulled him back in for a kiss. There was no time to go upstairs and Killian took Emma to the sofa. He sat down with her straddling him and they kissed again. His hands trailed up her back and around to her waist as Emma softly moaned in his ear. Killian unbuttoned her shirt slowly, kissing her neck gently as Emma gripped the sofa. She could feel his excitement underneath her and that was too much.
Emma's mind couldn't settle. Emma opened her eyes and couldn't cope anymore. Killian had finished unbuttoning her shirt and was about to pull it off her when he realised she had stopped breathing.
"Emma?" Killian's concern clear in his voice. "Is everything okay?" He pulled the shirt across her to cover her as he felt tears drop into his shoulder. "Did I push you too far? Emma I'm so sorry," Killian's voice broke. Emma held her shirt shut as she got off Killian and walked upstairs to the bathroom. She shut the door and burst into tears on the floor. She had been there for seconds before Killian was outside. "Emma? Emma, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, I didn't mean to upset you. I don't want you to think I'm like that. That I'm using you. I'm not. Emma I'm sorry."
Emma continued to cry. She heard Killian walk away and she knew she'd blown it. It had been so long since someone had wanted to be with her that she forgot what it felt like. She didn't know what she was doing, and she didn't want to hop into bed with a stranger. She'd done that way too many times and it had always ended badly.
Killian returned outside the bathroom door and Emma was almost finished crying. She knew it was silly to get upset over such a thing and she knew that Killian would understand.
"Emma?" Killian's voice was cautious.
"Come on," Emma croaked, her throat sore from crying.
He carefully opened the door and his heart broke at the sight of Emma. She was sat against the bathroom counter, arms around her knees, makeup smeared down her face. He sat down in front of her and took her hand and placed a cup of cocoa there. Emma looked confused but she had a sip anyway. He'd put cinnamon in it. Killian stood up and found a packet of makeup wipes. He took one out, sat in front of Emma and she put her legs down so he would wipe off her makeup. Emma didn't take her eyes off him as he did it, wondering how she had been so lucky to find someone who would take care of her selflessly.
When all the makeup had been removed Killian moved next to Emma and held his arm out. She nestled into him and he put his arm around her. Emma had no more tears left in her and so she sipped her cocoa as Killian stroked her head soothingly. She put her empty cup on the floor next to her and put her arms around Killian. He held her tightly and kissed the top of her head. Emma had never felt loved before and she wondered if that was what this was.
Killian could feel Emma falling asleep on him. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her into her room. He woke her up before he placed her down on her bed. Emma was so tired that she could barely stand; the crying had taken all of her energy. Killian handed her the baggy shirt that was on the edge of her bed and turned around while she changed. Emma climbed into bed and Killian told her he was going to go.
"No, stay," Emma said, trying to keep awake long enough to talk.
"Alright love, I shall take up residence on the sofa," he laughed.
"No," Emma said, and she grabbed his hand. He sat on the edge of the bed, removed his shoes and Emma pulled him next to her. He placed his arm around her and she rested her head on his chest. She was asleep within moments.
Killian couldn't sleep. He was worried about Emma and what had happened to make her so upset. Given she hadn't kicked him out, he assumed that something else was troubling her. He trusted that she would tell him eventually, but he would let her in her own time. He turned on the bedside lamp to the dimmest setting, and began to read the book on the table next to him. He didn't want to sleep incase she needed him, and he prepared for a long night of reading.