WOW... you guys really brought the reviews with that last chapter, thank you so much, you guys rock :)
Hook gets himself into a tricky spot in this chapter, will the Pirate ever learn to just ask for help? I hope not lol.
Killian struggled to raise the bed slightly, now that he was awake he didn't feel much like going back to sleep. He had been lying for some time since David left but Emma had still not woken and he was getting a stiff back from the angel of the bed. As he started moving it was hard to believe that just a few hours ago he had felt so bad with how he was feeling now, there was still a small niggling pain in his head but it was nothing compared to the discomfort he had already been dealing with. If he was being honest he was actually feeling quite good if you discounted the pain in his chest, shoulder and arm that was.
The bed stopped and he looked out into the dark room wishing that he could see a bit better, he had finally got his eyesight back and it was too damn dark to see anything. He sighed loudly, there was nothing to do other than lie and think and that was not really an option that he was open too right now.
He had been really excited about finally getting out of his bed but now he was stuck again, Gods this was worse than torture. He had a sudden idea. He tugged his blankets back and managed to free his legs from the sheet that seemed to want to cling on for dear life. His dark pajama pants stood out against the white sheet making it easy to see himself in the dim light.
Killian pulled in a deep breath and sat himself up, he was grateful for the pain medication pulsing through his veins as he twisted to the side letting his left leg slide over the side of the bed first followed by the right, he grinned to himself, he could do this, his legs were not injured after all, there was no reason why he couldn't walk... in theory! Moving himself forward proved to be a bit more difficult but he managed to slowly scoot himself towards the edge. All he had to do now was move slightly further and his feet would fall to the ground then he would be free. His chest hurt but he ignored it, something always hurt so he paid it no mind.
He mentally counted to three in his head before he moved, as his right foot touched the cold tiles he couldn't hide his smile. He lent heavily on his right hand as his left one hung loosely by his side. Right, one foot down, now for the other. With one final push his other foot hit the tiles next to the other one. He gave a shiver as the cold traveled through his body, now that he was out from under the covers the room felt chilly against his bare top half but this was not going to stop him.
He gave a tentative step and managed to turn himself around so that he was facing the bed, he dragged in a few breaths, since when did such a basic task take so much effort? Now that he was standing he really didn't know what else to do, he hadn't thought that far ahead. But then he smirked, while he was up he may as well use the bathroom, they had removed all his lines the day before and he had been forced to use one of those damn bedpans, this was a much better plan.
He shuffled sideways towards the end of the bed then around to the other side, he could see Emma now, she was sleeping on the cot in the dim light but he couldn't get distracted, now that the thought had entered his head he really needed to pee. He turned himself back around so that his back was to the bed, the wall was literally about four steps away so he pulled in a deep breath and stepped out into the room unsupported for the first time, he gave a wobble about half way across but another two steps and he was there.
He lent face first against the painted surface as he tried to gather himself for the next part but another shiver ran through him and he physically juddered with it, what the hell? It surely couldn't be that cold in the room! He turned himself around again and lent his back on the wall, glancing to his left, the door to the bathroom was just a couple of paces away but if he tried to walk straight there his bad left side would be to the wall and he would not be able to lean on it so instead he shuffled sideways keeping his back and right arm firmly pressed into the cool surface but he soon discovered an issue, he had to walk around the door that opened out into the room to get where he now desperately needed to go. This had seemed like such a good plan at the time but now he was beginning to regret his hasty decision.
Pull yourself together man, it's just a door. Twisting again so that he was facing the door he gripped hold of the door handle for a bit of stability as he continued to shuffle his feet sideways. EVENTUALLY he managed to get around the obstacle and as he stood clinging on to the door frame a minute later he suddenly realized there was another issue, the bathroom was pitch black and he had no idea where the thing was to turn on the light. He squinted into the darkness and could JUST make out the toilet in the corner, it was close enough that he was confident that he could make it. There was a hand rail on the wall which made things much easier as he managed to take the remaining steps towards his goal.
He had made it, he grinned widely until he realized his final issue. He would need to stand unaided to do this, he couldn't hold on AND pee, Gods, his life was so difficult, why could he not even do such a simple thing for himself?
After several minutes of deliberation he finally just had to go for it, he managed to position himself so that he could gently rest his left arm on the sink next to the toilet, it was awkward but it helped him balance and he finally managed to relieved himself before he had embarrassed himself. He knocked the toilet lid down and flushed before dropping down to sit with a thump on the porcelain throne. He was too tired, he hadn't thought this through when he had set off, he didn't have the energy to do anything else but sit and shiver. He would just have to wait on someone finding him here, where upon he had no doubt that he would be shouted at. He just hoped it was Emma and not David that found him. Suddenly he really wanted to get back to bed before David returned, the Prince would not let this go if he knew what he had done, there was no other option here, he needed help.
"SWAN" he yelled loudly, the noise echoing of the tiles and making him cringe a little at the pulse of pain in his own head.
He waited but still nothing, Gods, he was stuck sitting on the toilet! Could things get any worse?
"Please don't leave me here, David will NEVER let me live this down" he muttered to himself, he had stopped shouting now, there was no point Emma was sleeping too soundly, he was simply pleading the universe to help him for once in his life.
Suddenly he was blinded, a streak of agony shot through his brain when the light came on, his face blushed red at the pitch of the scream that was wrenched from his mouth as the light hit his retinas but he was relieved seconds later when it was turned back off, thank the stars above for small mercies but he was left breathing harshly through gritted teeth as the remaining pain ebbed away.
"Hook?" Henry's voice sounded by his side, thank the heavens
"Henry, you have to help me get back to bed before your Grandfather returns, he would skin me alive if he found out that I got here by myself but couldn't get back" he grit out gripping Henry's arm desperatley.
He creaked an eye open into the dim light to see Henry's worried face staring at him before the boy turned to look towards the door. Killian gave another involuntary shiver against the cold, he REALLY wanted to go back to bed now, this was not how this had played out in his head.
"Too late" an all too familiar voice sounded from the other room.
David, of course it would be David, the universe hated him!
"Sorry" Henry sympathized "I came back in with Grandpa and Grandma's here too"
Great, he was about to get double the telling off but much to his surprise when Mary-Margaret came in she didn't yell, in fact she was just concerned that he was alright.
"Hook, what are you doing in here?"
"I had to, you know." he nodded down to where he was sitting before carrying on "Emma was sleeping and I didn't want to disturb her, I made it here fine but I was too tired to make it back to my bed." it was a half truth and he knew it
"Come on, let's get you back then. Can you stand or do you need help?"
"A hand would be appreciated, thank you Milady"
"Hook, drop the formalities, my name is Mary-Margaret" she chastised him but the words were harsher than her tone.
"Sorry, just habit" he apologized with a smile.
He gave another shiver, it literally went through him from top to toe and damn it if Mary-Margaret didn't have her hand on him at the time, if she hadn't he probably would have gotten away with it in the dim light.
"Are you cold?" she asked with concern before moving her hand to his forehead. "You feel a little chilled but not too bad"
"I just need to be back under my blankets and I will be just fine" he muttered but as if on cue goosebumps rose across his skin and Mary-Margaret rubbed his arm as if to try and put some heat back into him.
"Come on, let's get you up. Henry, a hand please" she said turning to the boy.
They moved slowly but steadily back towards the bed, by the time they had wrestled him back under his covers his teeth were chattering, what was going on? Someone had turned on the small lamp above his bed and the soft glow was enough to light up the the dark room.
"I'm going to get a nurse" David's voice was full of concern.
They returned a few minutes later, Mary-Margaret had pulled his covers up around his shoulders and had also placed her large coat on top of them to try and heat him up a bit quicker. Emma started to stir on her bed just as the nurse started talking to him, he could just make her out asking her Father what was going on but the nurse demanded his attention.
"You finished with the great escape attempt?" she asked with a smirk
"Aye, for now" he tried to grin but his teeth were still chattering.
"We'll get you warmed up with some heating pads, unfortunately this is just another side effect of your head injury. Your body is struggling to regulate temperature, you will need to make sure not to get too cold over the next few weeks, hopefully it is something that will rectify itself with time but we will just have to wait and see. I would suggest that from now on if you are venturing to the washroom make sure there is someone to assist you and wear the robe that has been provided. Once your sutures have been removed the day after tomorrow we'll get you into your pajama top too" she removed Mary-Margaret's coat from the bed and placed some of the heating pads carefully on his chest before pulling his blankets back up around his shoulders.
"Thank you" he mumbled as she left then sighed, he couldn't even maintain his own temperature, this got worse by the minute.
"What were you thinking?" Emma whispered harshly the minute she was at his side, her tone was too much for him to deal with. He felt bad enough without her making him feel worse but her next words just made him despair even more.
"You could have fallen and really hurt yourself"
"Sorry " he mumbled, she was right of course but he really wasn't in the mood to be yelled at, his life was just too hard right now, would it ever get any better?
"Emma, I think he knows that what he did was stupid. Give him a break, he can't help being an idiot" David said with a wide grin
Killian couldn't help it, the tension was broken he gave a laugh. He would never have thought that it would be David that would have his back but he did even if it came with a back handed dig. He'd take it. He gave a thankful look towards the Prince who winked back.
"Anyway, I brought lunch. Who's hungry?" David asked clapping his hands together before picking up the bags full of food.
Killian tugged on Emma's sleeve just as she was about to stand up from the edge of his bed.
"I really am sorry Love" he couldn't quite look her in the eye, in his mind he had not spared a thought of what it would have done to Emma if he had indeed fallen.
"Hey, it's OK. Dad's right... you are an idiot" she grinned widely at him
"Hey!" he laughed back
"What? It's true you are an idiot BUT you are MY idiot" she added before leaning over and planting a kiss on his lips. "Now where's my food, there better be onion rings in that bag"
