Chapter 2
Hook
He lifted his eyelids and stared out in front of him, just thinking about the day. It had been so hectic. No words could describe it. He stood up and opened his window which was directly at the side of his queen sized bed and stared out into the setting sun, the calmness of the ocean was relaxing to his tired muscles. He sighed and strolled over to his desk and collapsed into his chair, he took out his journal and began to write everything that happened. He poured his heart onto the page and ended up sheading quite a few tears.
It was dark by the time Hook finally allowed himself rest, he had gotten himself changed and was now lying in his nightdress on one side of the bed he was currently sharing. The boy had not moved yes except for his gentile breaths which rose his chest. It would be unlikely he would wake up tomorrow, maybe the day after. Or he hoped, it would mean giving the boy just some more peace for he would wake up in a world of pain.
"Goodnight Peter" he muttered while brushing his hand once more through his curly hair, he turned over and blew out the candle which illuminated the room and plunged it into darkness. His eyelids slipped closed and he allowed sleep to overcome him but not before placing a hand on Peter's chest. It would just be to check if he died in his sleep.
Hook rose from sleep quite late, the sun was already approaching it's high noon point which told him it was around 1:30 in the afternoon. He reached up and stretched his muscles to wake them all while looking for any signs of Peter waking: there was none.
He walked into his bathroom and began his daily routine of shaving and tying his raven hair into a ponytail before dressing and headed out to show his appearance with his crew, if he did not he could be thought lazy by his crew and cause an uproar which would be bad with him having an injured shoulder and his enemy unconscious on his bed. He began ordering round and sailed for around and hour before he became hungry and allowed one of his crew to take the wheel. His heels clipped together as he walked along deck and entered his cabin, his food was sat on his desk still steaming hot thanks to Smee and Billy sat on his bed changing Peters bandages. Hook sat down without a word and began eating without even acknowledging Billy or Peter.
"He should be awake soon" Billy spoke in a soft voice, lifting his head to speak to his captains face. Hook hummed in return, his eyes were trained on Peter as if he was waiting for him to suddenly spring up and begin talking. He focused back on eating and Billy left the captain to his thoughts.
His day continued normally:, he charted his maps, finished reading his books and got in time for a bath and another shave. He was quite tired and was in his nightgown by 10:00 and asleep not long after.
It was about 3:00 in the morning when he woke again, at first it was faint rustlings of the bed sheets but then groans of pain and agony began to echo through the room was when Hook awoke and became aware of what had happened: Peter was awake and in pain. Hook shot out of bed and quickly lit a candle to illuminate the room as he rushed to Peters side who had his eyes screwed tightly shut ad was biting his lip to stop himself from crying out in pain. He rushed from the boy to the door and began shouting for Billy and Smee who quickly came running. They all rushed back into the room to see Peter trying to stand but his knees buckled in which Hook caught him from falling by picking him up. Peter was hyperventilating as Billy and Smee ran around useless. Hook had had enough and screamed for them to get out as Peter still tried to escape his arms.
"Peter. Stop" He said lowly while using a calm tone and almost instantly Peter stilled in his arms and bowed his head so he was not looking in his face and Hook tilted his chin so the boy was looking up at him and could almost see how much fear the boy harvested for him ; never had the boy shown so much weakness and fear in combat even when he was pinned by his hook and you could just feel it washing off of him in waves by the way his body was so rigid. He released the boys face and instantly the boy's eyes found his metal hook which was hanging low at his side.
"I am not going to hurt you, boy. You need to relax and I'll get you some medicine to relieve you pain."
"Thank you, sir." Peter spoke with a horse voice and at those words it shocked him to no end : the old Peter would never have called him sir, he could barely manage captain. Still he shook the feeling and gently put Peter on the bed and went to the box Smee had carried in and reached for some pain relief which he had taken when his hand was cut off and poured a decent amount onto a spoon before giving it to the boy who dryly swallowed. It unnerved him to no end how the boy was simply staring out in front of him and had not moved and inch.
"Peter, h-how are you feel?" he wavered, he knew full well he stuttered but he didn't want to repeat himself. The boy had barely acknowledged his question or Hook at all until he spoke out a simple answer...
"Dead."
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