After a couple of hours waiting and watching over Emma. She got increasingly worse, causing Henry and Killian to decide to take her to the hospital. As she laid there before him, Killian's chest constricted with worry, he couldn't lose her after saving her. She had to make it.
After a terrible night of Killian sitting at her side, holding her hand, somehow willing for her to be okay, to pull through this. She looked so weak, so fragile. Her blonde hair was strewn across the white pillow, it seemed to have lost its shine to his eyes. The white sheet clung to her thin frame, and the bruising on her neck looked even worse against the white that seemed to encapsulate her. As Killian looked upon her face through the tears that threatened his eyes, her eyes fluttered open slightly. Killian was on his feet, placing a gentle hand on her cheek.
"Where am I?" Emma spoke weakly, but with without the rasp to her voice that was evident last night.
"You're in the hospital, you took a turn for the worst last night. So your boy, Henry and I brought you here. How are you feeling, love?" Killian never stopped caressing her cheek with his thumb, throughout the entire time he explained.
"Where's Henry?" Her thoughts going to her son.
"With one of his friends, I told him I would call when you woke up. He was exhausted." He calmly reassured her.
"Well look who's awake." A voice came from behind Killian. His first reaction was to grab the closet object and use it as a weapon to defend Emma once more. But as his head turned he was met by a man in white, it was the exact same doctor who helped get Emma situated in the state she was in now.
"How are we feeling, Mrs. Swan?" The doctor questioned as he made his way farther into the room. Killian begrudgingly sat back in his chair never losing his grip on her hand. Whatever comes next he wanted to make sure that she didn't face it alone.
"Feeling better, still sore, but better. Is there something wrong, Doctor?" Emma tried sitting up but her muscles failed her. She noticed a button on the inside of the bed railing that would sit her up right. Killian noticed her muscles give way, which caused him to grip her hand even tighter.
"According to your vitals everything is much better than when you arrived last night, and your baby is doing fine as well." Emma's eyes widened at the news.
"Baby?!" Emma's voice came out shaken.
"Didn't you know? You're fourteen weeks along." Shock resonating from his voice as he spoke.
"Yeah! This looks like the face of someone in the know." Killian spoke up, seeing how Emma was unable to. Her grip tightening like a vice even more now. She wasn't even aware that she was pregnant.
"Well, I guess there could be worse news we could give you. Congratulations." And with that the doctor left the room. Killian watched after him, until he heard a panicked Emma breathing in short gasps behind him. He turned his to face her only to see her face full of terror and confusion. Regardless of the tubes that attached themselves to her, she was doubled over hand on her stomach breathing increasingly heavy. Killian had seen this before, only one or twice. Even still he knew that she was having some sort of panic attack. He had to get it under control.
"Emma. Emma! Breathe! It's okay, everything is going to be fine." He reached out at touched her face gently, she was too far gone now he had to get her to calm down now, before she seriously injured herself.
"Killian…" Emma clamped her eyes shut, trying to focus on anything to bring her back to the real world. Killian put his hand and prosthetic hand on either shoulders, sitting next to her on the bed, facing her.
"Emma, focus on my voice, I'm right here, it's okay, you're going to be okay. I'm not going anywhere." Killian spoke calmly, he could see and hear her calming her breathing. She was doing exactly what he was saying. After about five minute of her breathing steadily. She then went from sitting up and leaning forward in Killian's arms, to laying back on the bed. After she was laying there for a moment, Killian reached up to touch her face again.
"Walsh…" Emma's voice was shaky and it made Killian flinch slightly.
"What did you say, Emma?" He continued to reach for her face, caressing her face with his fingers.
"It's Walsh, the baby is his…" The words caught in her throat. She couldn't believe what was even coming from her mouth. In the year she had forgotten Killian, she got engaged and pregnant at the same time. She couldn't believe she had let someone do this to her again. She opened her heart to a man who had only recently tried to kill her and now had made her pregnant. What was she going to do now?
"Walsh?! The same monster who tried to kill you, and almost did?" His voice was like ice; he couldn't help it. Not only had he almost killed her, Walsh broke his Emma's heart and left her child fatherless. Just like Neal had done not long before. Killian pulled himself out of his anger to focus on Emma once more.
"What am I going to do?" Emma's voice cracked, as tears streamed down her face.
"What am I going to tell everyone." Killian could barely make out her words, but he knew what she was asking.
"No one is going to judge you, Emma. You did love him before, I came along. And this baby will be loved no matter what. I know you, Emma. You won't let this child go unloved. And I'll be there with you, to support you the entire way. If you'll let me." Killian's voice was soft and reassuring to her. She knew she could do this, especially with him by her side.
"Please don't tell Henry. Not just yet anyways." Emma begged Killian.
"As you wish, it will be our little secret." Killian smiled, watching her over her. He couldn't even grasp any idea on how she feeling. But he knew that he would never leave her, no matter what she was going to go through.