Sorry it's been a while, readers but here you go. Thanks for sticking with me!

"So, how bad is he?" Mary Margaret asked when the trio arrived outside of Killian's hospital room.

"His arm is broken from the fall and he has a lot of torn muscle and ligaments and tissue damage. He's out of surgery and his arm has been set but they don't know how much use he will have of his hand, how he'll be able to move it or what he'll be able to feel. He passed out at the rink and they gave him sedatives for the surgery and anesthesia so he hasn't been awake yet but they think he should be up within the next half hour or so." Emma slumped down onto a bench and covered her face with her hands.

Ruby sat with her, "And how are you?"

"Me? Killian shoved me out of the way. I'm fine."

"That isn't what I meant, sweetie. How are you handling this?"

"As well as anyone would. I feel horrible. He got in the way to save me and now he may never have feeling in his left hand again, he might never be able to use it at all! And it's my fault."

"Oh no it is not! Don't you go trying to beat yourself up over this! He won't blame you for any of this." Ruby pulled her into a hug to try and help.

"Excuse me, but I believe your friend is waking up." A nurse said in passing.

Emma was first up and took a seat next to him on the bed, Ruby and Mary Margaret sat in chairs while David stood behind M, "Swan? Where the hell am I?" Killian asked still in a daze, "And why can't I feel my hand?"

"You fell at the rink to make sure I wasn't hit and then a skate sliced your wrist. You're in a hospital and just had surgery. Ruby, Mary Margaret and David are here too, it's a little after one in the morning." Emma explained.

"So, it's the medication then? Then painkillers they have me on is why I'm not able to feel my hand?"

Emma looked around the room, hoping a doctor would walk in so she didn't have to be the one to deliver the poor news to him. Luck for her David picked up on her panic, "It could be that, yes but, it's also possible you have nerve and muscle damage. That's all Emma knows right now though, the doctors should be in soon to tell you more."

"But, you're okay? You weren't hurt?" Killian asked Emma.

"Yeah. You got me out of the way just in time."

"Well, then I just have some new battle scars and a great tale to tell!" He smiled at everyone in the room, even the doctor who walked in.

"Mr. Jones, those pain pills treating you well I see…" He introduced himself as Doctor Victor Whale and explained everything that could happen with Killians hand once his arm was healed. One and most positive outcome would be he makes a full recovery with a few months in physical therapy. Two would be that with very frequent physical therapy he could learn how to use his hand but would have no ability to feel anything with it. And last and worst possible would be too much muscle damage that he couldn't learn to re use it and still wouldn't be able to feel anything. Dr. Whale, in his professional opinion, believe the damage was not extensive enough to cause permanent immobilization of the hand but it would take quite sometime to learn to use it again and he couldn't give an answer to whether he'd be able to feel with it again. That would have to wait until the pain medication wore off.

Killian was able to stay awake for a little while but soon enough everyone could tell that the medications were causing him to drift back to sleep. Everyone took their turn saying their goodbyes, David said he'd grab a change of cloths and bring them by for him the next day, Mary Margaret promised to bake some peanut butter cookies and bring them by before school and Ruby assured him his rum would be restocked in full for his return home. Then Emma lingered next to his bed, still apologizing for the night being ruined and he kept telling her the night was spectacular regardless of the ER trip. She kissed his cheek quickly and joined the others at the doorway, "You know, you could stay with him. I'll bring you a change of cloths in the morning too." David told her.

"No, he needs to sleep, get some rest." Emma tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"But, it'd be nice for him to have you here when he wakes back up." Mary Margaret smiled.

After about ten minutes of back and forth about why she shouldn't stay and why she should but in the end Emma lost the battle or she won the battle depending on how you looked at it. She opened the door as softly as she could in case he'd already been sleeping. But, as soon as the door open he rolled to look at her, "Hey beautiful, d'you forget something?" He asked. Emma smiled, clearly his pain killers were in full swing; he had never once called her beautiful before, only 'love' or 'lass'.

"I was actually going to stay for a bit, if that's okay? You can go to sleep, you should go to sleep and I probably will too."

"Alright, love but then we're sharing the bed, I'm not having you sleep in that dinky little chair."

"Jones, I'll be fine, really."

"Swan! I won't have that!"

"Killian-"

"Emma." He whispered, "Don't argue with the broken man, please."

She huffed and he scooted over a little to make room for her. She got comfy but made sure to keep space between the two of them and kept herself well away from his injured arm. He moved a bit and slung his good arm over her middle and sighed contently, "How are you feeling?" Emma asked him.

"Sleepy." He responded with his eyes lightly shut and in a voice that sounded all too childish and adorable that made Emma smile, "Swan, could you tell me a bedtime story?" He asked.

"I could…" She said with sarcasm.

"Will you, lass?"

"Seriously, Jones?"

"Please?" He begged of her.

"Fine. How about the tale of little Emma Swan?" She asked and his eyes shot open.

"Swan, you don't have to if you don't want to. I've never asked you to tell me."

"I know you haven't and you're actually the only person who hasn't asked but probably the only person who deserves to know. You saved me that night and tonight, I owe twice now."

"But you owing me doesn't mean you need to tell me if you aren't ready to." He assured her.

"I think I'm ready to tell someone finally, if you'd like to hear it."

His face softened, "Of course I'll hear it, love. Start whenever you're ready…"

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-NL