Hi! i have an update! Sorry it's been so long, I've had no motivation to edit any one-shots, but I figured I might as well post something.

Anyway, this is based sometime after season 6, but before season 7. Enjoy!

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Hospital

Her mouth felt like sandpaper and her head pounded angrily when she drifted back into consciousness. The first thing she noticed was the warmth pressed against her hand. Then, all the pain and soreness of her body registered, making her groan in discomfort.

"Emma? Emma!"

She frowned at the desperation in the familiar voice. Slowly, she pried her eyes open, only to be met with a bright light that blinded her.

The warmth against her hand disappeared and landed on her cheek, soft fingers cradling her face. "Emma." Her name came out as a whisper, like the person who said it thought it was the most precious word.

Her eyes shifted to the side after a brief moment of adjusting to the light. Killian stood next to her, tears lining his eyes. A bruise was forming above his eye. Small cuts covered his face. His hair was disheveled. Despite all that, he was looking at her like she was the cure to all his injuries.

"Killian?" It came out hoarse and weak. Her throat screamed painfully.

Immediately, her husband retrieved a cup of water for her. She tried not to frown at the absence of his touch as she sucked down the liquid. When she spoke again, her voice was slightly stronger. "What…happened? Are you…are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"What's the last thing you remember?" His hand found hers again as he took a seat next to the bed, his thumb gently rubbing over her skin.

"I…." She tried to recall anything that could have made her feel this awful, but nothing came to mind. "I don't know. Where are we?"

"The hospital."

Her eyes widened, but she should have known. Where else would they be? "What happened to you? Are you hurt?"

He smiled softly and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "I am perfectly all right. You got the worst of the injuries." His expression darkened.

Emma frowned. "What happened?"

"I'll explain everything soon." He stood. "Whale told me to alert him when you woke."

Fear spiked through her. Her grip on Killian's hand tightened. "Don't leave."

"I'm not, darling." He reached toward the wall and pressed a black button with his hook. "There."

A relieved sigh left her. Though she was confused, she knew she didn't want Killian to move from her side."Killian, I'm—"

"Ah, Emma, you're awake."

Emma glanced up to see Doctor Whale walking in with a clipboard in hand. She couldn't help but feel annoyed at his appearance. "Yep."

"How do you feel?"

"Pretty awful."

He nodded, scribbling something onto his clipboard. "That is to be expected after what happened."

"What, exactly, happened?" she asked, looking between the doctor and Killian.

Before Whale could respond, Killian spoke. "Why doesn't she remember?"

"She's on a lot of medication," Whale explained. "Honestly, I'm surprised she's even awake. That's why she feels so awful. She should rest for another few hours before we try to explain anything to her. With the medication she's on, she probably won't remember this conversation very well in a few hours anyway."

The idea of sleep sounded wonderful. Her mind was foggy and slow. She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes with Killian's arms around her.

Killian nodded. "Okay, thank you. When she's gone back to sleep, could you explain to me what's going on?"

"Of course. Call me back in then." He turned and left, much to Emma's relief.

"Rest now, love," Killian whispered.

She didn't argue. She didn't even have the energy to insist he lay down with her. As her mind slowly shut down again, the last thing she remembered was Killian's lips on her forehead.

Killian tapped his foot anxiously, gazing at his wife as he waited for Whale to show up again. Emma had been out for almost a day, barely making any movements. When she had woken, his heart had skipped several beats. She'd obviously been confused, which made his heart clench. If only he had been quick enough, he could have saved her from all this pain.

"Hook, you really should be resting, too," Whale said as he walked in. "You have a nasty bruise."

Killian didn't take his eyes off of Emma. "You already told me it wasn't serious."

"Yes, I did, but that doesn't mean—"

"Is she going to be okay?" The glare he sent the doctor was enough to make him shut up about Killian's injuries.

"Um, yes. She will be fine. Most likely, she'll have to stay a few days here. With her concussion and other injuries—"

"Thank you," Killian said curtly. He didn't want to hear Emma's many injuries listed off again. He already knew all of them, each a punch in the gut. Each one he could have prevented.

Whale swallowed. "Okay, well, when she wakes up, I'll need to ask her some questions, so let me know when she, well, wakes up."

"Aye." His eyes were back on Emma's sleeping face, which didn't look nearly as peaceful as it should have.

He barely heard Whale leave, his mind already replaying the events of the day. It had started out so peaceful, so hopeful. Waking up with his wife safe in his arms never failed to bring a smile to his face. Breakfast at Granny's with Henry and her parents, who were heading to New York for a short weekend getaway. Henry had begged to go with them, wanting to see the New York Public Library again. His grandparents had happily complied.

Hours later, after their family had left and the couple was on their afternoon patrol of the town, everything had gone wrong. Emma had seen something suspicious in an alleyway and decided to check it out, somehow convincing Killian to stay by the car to keep a lookout. He shouldn't have listened to her. He should have insisted he go with her as back up, but he hadn't. Because of that, he'd almost lost her.

He'd heard a large crash! followed by a heartbreaking scream. He had been running down the alleyway a second later, only to run into some sort of invisible wall that kept him from his wife, who was shooting her magic at a mysterious figure. Then, the explosion happened. They'd both been thrown back by the force of it, the force field no longer there. Either the explosion was small or the force field had protected him from the majority of it, because he'd been able to get up and crawl to where Emma had laid, motionless.

Tears threatened to fall as Killian tried to block those thoughts. She was going to be okay. Not for weeks, but eventually.

David and Snow were on their way back from New York. Regina had called them as soon as she'd gotten to the hospital. However, the traffic was heavy and the weather was horrible. They wouldn't be back for hours. Regina was out looking for the villain who'd done this to Emma.

Over the next few hours, a nurse would come in periodically to check on Emma. Belle arrived at some point with dinner for both of them, which caused Killian to nearly break down. She'd respected his request to be left alone and left with a promise to let him know if they found anything on the villain.

When Emma began to wake again, it was nearly nine in the morning. Killian sat in his chair, his hand clenching Emma's. Whenever he began to doze off, he'd take another sip of the coffee Belle had brought him, though it was cold now.

Killian didn't notice her consciousness until she squeezed his hand. He was on his feet in a second, gazing into her eyes. "Hello, beautiful."

She smiled softly. "Hi, handsome." Her eyebrows knitted together. "Are we in the hospital?"

"Aye." He pressed the black button and then focused on Emma again. "How do you feel?"

She winced, as if remembering her discomfort. "Like crap. What happened?" Suddenly, her eyes blew wide and she reached for his face, touching his bruise gingerly. "Killian, what happened to you?"

He kissed her palm and pulled it away from his head. "Nothing I can't handle."

"What—?"

"Are you feeling any better, Emma?" Whale asked, stepping into the room, his stupid clipboard in his grasp. He pressed a button on the side of Emma's bed and it started moving, pushin Emma into a sitting position.

"'Better…'?"

"Yes, better. Do you remember our conversation from earlier?"

Emma frowned.

"Don't worry about it. I won't take it personally. It was the meds." He grinned at his joke, but Killian only glared.

"Ask your bloody questions and leave."

"Sleep deprived, Captain?" He didn't wait for a response and pressed on. "Tell me, Emma, what hurts?"

Killian turned his gaze back to her, hoping nothing hurt. As usual, she wasn't that lucky,

"Everything," she breathed out. "My head, my arms, my legs, even my fingers. What happened?" She directed the question at Killian, and he could tell she was getting frustrated not knowing anything.

"Do you remember when we went on patrol? You went down that alleyway to check something out."

Again, her eyebrows drew together and her lips turned down. "A little."

"Well, when you did, you were attacked. I tried to get to you, but I couldn't. There was some spell blocking me. Then, there was an explosion."

"You're lucky you have all your limbs," Whale added.

Killian sent another glare at the doctor before looking tenderly at Emma. "When I got to you, you weren't moving. You were barely breathing. That was almost twenty four hours ago."

"A whole day?"

"Yes."

Emma shook her head, her eyes closing. "But…I…." Her head turned toward Whale. "Did I break anything?"

Whale nodded. "Two ribs, your right knee, and your left arm. You also have a serious concussion, along with deep cuts that needed stitches. You've already had the surgeries needed to set your bones. Because of the level of injuries, you will need to stay here for another couple days before being discharged. Any questions?"

"Why can't I go home right now?" she asked. Killian heard the hitch in her voice. She hated hospitals, hated being a place where she wasn't allowed to do anything herself.

"A head injury is extremely serious, Emma," Whale explained. "If you went home today and something went wrong and we weren't able to catch it, you could die."

Killian flinched at his word choice.

Emma, however, scowled. "Fine."

Whale held back a smile and exited the room.

"We really need to get some more doctors in this town," Emma muttered, leaning against the pillows behind her.

Killian chuckled, kissing her hand again. "Aye, love. Perhaps Henry will become one."

Emma snorted. "Yeah, right. I think he prefers writing."

"You're probably right."

"Like usual." She grinned.

"Of course." He moved his chair so he was closer to Emma's side. "Are you hungry, darling? Thirsty? Belle brought Granny's earlier, but it's cold, I'm afraid."

She shook her head and ran her fingers through Killian's hair before hovering her hand over his bruise. "What did Whale say about this?"

"That it's not serious. Don't worry about me, Swan. Worry about yourself. You almost died." His voice cracked at the end. Quickly, he swallowed and blinked back tears. He stood and pressed a kiss to her head, his lips lingering. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She brought his hand into her lap when he sat back down. "I'm sorry I scared you. You didn't deserve that."

"It's not your fault."

"But I'm glad I told you to stay by the car. Otherwise, we'd both be in hospital beds." She was trying to keep her voice light to bring a smile to his face, Killian could tell, but the words only reminded him of what he had failed to do.

"I shouldn't have let you go alone."

"Hey, it's not your fault. I chose to go in there."

He shook his head. "I shouldn't have listened." After a moment of silence, he raised his eyes to hers. "Do you remember what happened?"

She shrugged. "A little. It's been coming back to me in pieces." She sighed, relaxing farther against her pillows. "How long do you think I'll be stuck in here?"

He chuckled softly at her teasing tone. "I don't know, love, but I'll keep you company."

"How terrible," she joked, squeezing his hand. Her face suddenly scrunched up in confusion, like she was trying to remember something just out of reach.

Killian smoothed the crease between her eyebrows. "What is it, love?"

She frowned. "Henry…is he okay? Where is he?" Her eyes went wide and she sat up straight, her blanket flying forward. "Did that…villain get him too?"

"Shh, Emma, no. He's safe." He gently pushed her back against the mattress and readjusted her blanket. "He's on his way home with your parents."

Her sigh was relieved. "Okay. Okay." She slipped her eyes closed. "I remember. Sorry."

"There's nothing to apologise for." He resumed his seat next to her. "Regina's out looking for the villain right now. She's due to check in in a little while. Hopefully, she'll have caught him by then."

"Yeah."

Killian could tell her mind was still a little fuzzy from the medication, so he kissed her hand and whispered, "Get some more rest, darling. Perhaps Henry and your parents will be here when you wake."

"Stay?"

"Always."

She didn't know how much time had passed when her eyes opened again. However, she did notice the absence of her husband.

Panic surged through her as she pushed herself up, ready to go look for him. Then, there was a hand on her arm and she jumped, startled.

"Calm down, sweetheart," her father said quietly. "Killian's fine. Your mother forced him and Henry to go get something to eat. She's with them now."

Relief flooded her and she relaxed against the bed. "When did you get here?"

David pulled his chair closer to the bed, sitting on the opposite side Killian had been. "About an hour ago. You've been out like a light."

"I was tired." She felt him squeeze her hand and smiled. "When did they leave?"

"Probably ten minutes ago. Snow had to threaten to get Regina." He laughed softly. "Neither of them wanted to leave your side. Henry wanted to be here when you woke up. He'll be annoyed."

Emma's body felt numb. The pain was dulled, but her limbs felt like lead. "I'm sorry your vacation got interrupted."

He shook his head. "It's not your fault."

"Did Regina catch the guy?"

"Not yet, but your mother and I are going to help her track him down as soon as they get back from getting food."

Emma nodded, her fingers drumming against her blanket. The thought of her family walking around town while the person who put her in here was still out there made panic slip through her, but she pushed it away. There had been plenty of other villains in town that they had defeated. This one would be no different.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

She shook her head before she thought about it, but quickly said, "Actually, a little. Can you call Killian and—"

"They're bringing you some food," David assured. "At least, that's what Henry said and Killian usually gives him what he wants.

A short laugh left her mouth.

They fell into a comfortable silence. The stillness didn't help Emma's drowsiness. She was dozing off when the door opened and three people walked in.

"Is she awake yet?" she heard Henry whisper.

Emma opened her eyes and pushed herself up. Henry and Killian stood by her side while Snow and David were by the other.

"Mom!" Henry launched forward, throwing his arms around her.

"Hey, kid." She relaxed, holding him tight. "How was your trip?"

He pulled back. "My trip? How are you? Do you feel better? What happened?"

Emma smiled at him. "Did Killian not tell you?"

"He did, but I want you to tell me, too. Then I have both sides of the story."

"Why don't we wait 'til a little later, lad?" Killian suggested, placing his hand on his stepson's shoulder. "Let's eat first."

"Okay." Henry gave his mother one last hug and then moved to sit next to his grandparents.

"We brought sustenance, Swan." Killian gestured to the bag of food that Henry was already digging into. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah."

He kissed her head. "How are you feeling?"

She shrugged. "Tried, but I want some onion rings."

"Of course." He handed her a bag of them.

"You don't need to stay here, Killian," Emma said, messing with the wedding band on his finger. "You can go home and sleep in a real bed."

He shook his head. "I'm staying. Go to sleep."

"That chair isn't going to be nice to your thousand-year-old back."

"I can handle whatever it throws at me." He smiled and stood, kissing her. "Rest, love."

"I'm not tired. Don't make me."

He laughed. "I can't make you do anything, Swan, but I do think you should sleep."

She laced their fingers together. "I can't. Maybe later. Let's talk. What time is it?"

Knowing he'd lost, he decided to indulge her. "Nine o'clock."

She groaned and dropped her head against her pillow. "It's so early. Why can't we just go home? I won't walk around, I promise. We can just watch a movie or something."

"You heard Whale. You can't go home for another day or two. I think they just want to keep you overnight, then they'll let you go home sometime tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh? You sound optimistic."

Killian smiled.

"Too much time with my mother." Emma clucked her tongue.

"There is nothing wrong with optimism, love."

"Perhaps not, but it means when I try to be negative, you'll look on the bright side. That can be annoying."

"Well, I'll make sure to allow you time to brood before I try to make you happy."

Her smile grew. "Thank you. That is very kind of you."

"Aye, of course."

"You kno—" She cut off, a yawn escaping her mouth.

"Aha!" Killian exclaimed. "You are tired. Liar."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Only a little. Not enough to sleep."

"Fine. I will lull you to sleep with one of my many boring stories from when I was in the Enchanted Forest." He sat up in his chair, pulling it closer to her bed, and cleared his throat.

"Great." She laughed a little.

As Killian explained how Smee would capture rats aboard the Jolly Roger, Emma's eyes grew heavy. When Killian heard her breaths even out and come out slowly, he grinned and kissed her hand.

"I was right."

Hope you enjoyed that! Sorry if there were any typos!