A/N: The muse has struck but she was feeling angsty and then fluffy. This is quite a lot different from any other of the Disney events. You can blame a tumblr prompt.
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"Stay with me Killian. Come on, just a little longer." There was shouting all around her, but she could only focus on the man lying in her arms, blood slowly pouring from the wound in his chest.
"You're gonna be fine, okay? You... You'll be fine."
She didn't know who she was trying to convince more; him or herself.
"Emma," he breathed, voice straining but not coming out as more than a desperate whisper
"Shush, it's okay...Just concentrate on staying awake, okay? Don't sleep."
"So tired love," he mumbles.
"I know baby, I know but-"
His eyes have fluttered shut, his chest doesn't seem to be moving at all.
The noise around her increases.
"Killian!"
~E&K~
The day had started off the same as any other.
They woke up together, showered, had breakfast, dressed and took one of the cars over to the Park.
Killian left her with a soft kiss before nudging her off to get changed.
They'd temporarily parted ways only to be reunited half an hour later to begin their day.
With his hand in hers, they'd made their way through the streets, chatting with tourists, signing autographs and eventually setting up camp so that people could form a queue for pictures.
As always she'd marveled at her boyfriend and his way of making everyone's day that little bit brighter with one of his smiles or terrible jokes. He truly was an exquisite human being, and he was all hers. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like if they had children of their own for him to charm and dazzle with his stories. Those thoughts were usually intercepted by her grueling attempts not to bitch-slap the mothers and aunts that got a bit to handsy with him for her liking. Killian was a gentleman and always handled it like a pro, she on the other hand was tempted to throw down. It was a conscious effort not to grab him and kiss the living daylights out of him in order to stake her claim. She had waited her whole life for a person like Killian Jones, and she'd be damned if she let him go that easily.
They were split up an hour or so before lunch. She was supposed to keep wandering the Park with Leroy keeping an eye on her, while Killian was hauled away to do one of the special Prince shows.
It was there that everything went wrong.
Leroy was subtly trying to steer her towards food, but Emma was persistently drifting towards the stage where the men would be performing.
Later she would be glad that she did, had she been further away, it would have taken her a lot longer to get through the crowds when the screaming started.
As it was, she took off at a dead sprint, a feeling of dread settling heavily in her stomach. Someone was yelling something through Leroy's walkie-talkie, but she wasn't really paying attention only catching the words 'paramedics' and 'injured' then one word that had her doubling her pace...'Killian.'
Children were sobbing, adults shouting and scattering. The park security were trying to maintain some semblance of order. She could see the group of costumed individuals actively resisting the attempts of the staff to move them to safer place, Will Scarlet telling them to 'back the bloody hell off.'
She aimed for the group, trying desperately to pick out the dark head of hair among them and failing. She caught sight of her brother in the middle of the circle. He was knelt on the ground, something or someone propped up in his lap. She glimpsed the persons arm and a flash of familiar ink had her screaming.
"Killian!"
Her colleagues finally spotted her, Kris grabbing her round the waist to hold her back as she made a desperate lunge forward.
"Let me go!" She yelled, "Let me go!"
She fought furiously, but Kris was strong, she wasn't going to be able to push him off. However, a well placed elbow to his torso was enough to temporarily loosen his grip so that she could wrestle free. The others made half-hearted attempts to stop her, but she was determined and eventually skidded down to her knees beside David, whose white tights were now tinted red.
Her brother had Killian cradled against him, one hand pressed hard to his chest trying to staunch the flow of blood that was steadily emittingfrom somewhere beneath his vest.
She could see the anguish in his blue eyes, though it momentarily dissipated when he met her gaze.
"Swan," he said on a choked sigh, reaching out to her with his hand that she gripped like a lifeline.
"I'm here baby, I'm here," she murmured, her free hand trembling as she brushed it through his hair.
"Don't think I'm gonna be able to make you dinner tonight love," he mumbled, a hint of a smirk trying to work its way onto his face.
"Tomorrow then," she answered, playing along with his attempt to better the situation, "You promised me seafood and I have real craving for shrimp."
"Aye tomorrow. Right now I think I'm going to rest for a bit."
His lashes fluttered weakly against his cheeks, the rise and fall of his chest becoming more and more labored with every breath.
"Stay with me Killian. Come on, just a little longer." There was shouting all around her, but she could only focus on the man lying in her arms, blood slowly pouring from the wound in his chest.
"You're gonna be fine, okay? You... You'll be fine."
She didn't know who she was trying to convince more; him or herself.
"Emma," he breathed, voice straining but not coming out as more than a desperate whisper
"Shush, it's okay...Just concentrate on staying awake, okay? Don't sleep."
"So tired love," he mumbles.
"I know baby, I know but-"
She was desperately calling his name, shaking his body in an attempt to get him to open his eyes, when the doctors finally appeared.
There was a blur of green and red, a call for the defibrillator, she was almost certain David shouted her name but only then did she black out.
~E&K~
She awoke in a stark white room, blinking against the harsh fluorescent lighting. Sitting up quickly, she realised she was in a hospital bed with Elsa and Mary-Margaret occupying the chairs beside her.
"Thank god your awake," Elsa said, exhaling heavily, "You had us worried Emma."
Her mind was fuzzy, she couldn't seem to order any of her thoughts other than...
"Killian. Where's Killian?"
"We're not sure. They took him to the OR, everyone else is in the waiting room, fortunately they had a bed for you so we came- Emma what are you doing?"
The blonde was swiftly untangling herself from the bed sheets, legs swinging over the side so that she could march to the door and out of the room.
"Emma!" M called after her, "Sweetie you need to rest, you need-"
"The only thing I need to do is figure out if my boyfriend is okay."
The other two knew that any attempt to forcefully put her back to bed would be futile, so settled for leading her to where the reception area, where most of their colleagues were waiting.
It was quite a sight to see, a load of grown adults dressed as Disney characters occupying the hard plastic seats of a perfectly ordinary Florida hospital. Had they not all looked so distressed and anxious, Emma was certain some of the regular public who were also there, would be asking for photos.
The moment she entered, David rushed over and engulfed her in a huge hug, her eyes immediately filling with tears that free-fell onto his already ruined costume.
"Is he okay, is he...is he-" there was no way in hell that she could ever have brought herself to finish that sentence.
"They got his heart started again in the ambulance on the way over. He went straight into operating. The main worry was blood loss, but he's stubborn Emma, he was fighting and I know he'll keep going until he's made his way back to you."
She collapsed into his arms again, allowing herself to get towed over to sit down beside the stricken looking Regina and Robin who were ignoring their ringing phones in favour of clutching onto each others hands; the parents of the Disney family waiting to see if one of their boys was going to be okay.
It was only once she was seated that Emma got to hear the full story of what had happened.
The show was just finishing up and the Princes were readying to leave. Saying their final goodbyes amongst the crowd.
There was a man, he'd clearly smuggled some alcohol into the park and was pissed out of his mind, who took it upon himself to try and pick a fight with Eric.
Eric had obviously tried to avoid the situation, however his lack of reaction pushed the guy over whatever edge he was balanced on.
Out of nowhere he had a gun trailed on the Prince and was pulling the trigger. Killian apparently seemed to come out of nowhere, shoving Eric out of the way only to get clipped himself and taken down. Security had grabbed the man, while David caught Killian.
Killian who had grown up as an orphan with only his brother to raise him, Killian who (like the rest of them) had just found out that Ariel was pregnant, Killian who couldn't just stand by and watch another child grow up without a father.
That was her man, her brave and selfless man, whose life was now in the balance.
They sat in relative silence, save for Emma's jagged breaths and soft whimpers. It felt like a lifetime though it could have been minutes before a doctor in green scrubs appeared.
"Killian Jones," he called into the room, obviously not expecting a dozen or so costumed adults to rise and charge him, a tear stained blonde leading the way.
"You're all his...?"
"We're his family," Regina cut in with a hard glare at the man, "Now if you would kindly tell us how Killian is."
A great weight was suddenly lifted off Emma's chest with the words:
"Mr Jones is going to be perfectly fine. We've got the bullet out, it didn't hit anything vital or do any internal damage. He's had some blood transfusions and I predict he will come out from under the anesthetic shortly."
"Can we see him?" David asked hastily, voicing Emma's own thoughts.
"Not all at once," the doctor replied, checking something on his clipboard, "Mr Jones' emergency contact is a Miss Emma Swan is that-"
"That's me," Emma said, taking another step forward, "Please let me see him, please."
She was not ashamed of the begging tone of her voice, she would go down on her knees if this man would only hurry up and take her to Killian.
To her relief his only reply was, "Right this way Miss Swan."
With a quick glance back to receive the encouraging nods from her family, Emma strode down the hallway passing door after door until they finally stopped outside of Room 520, the doctor pausing before knocking. She knew he wouldn't have if the rooms occupant wasn't sitting awake in there.
Ignoring all sense of respect and propriety, Emma shoved the obstruction out of her way, sobbing with relief when a pair of startled blue eyes met hers and instantly softened.
"Swan."
Killian's whole frame seemed to relax as he took her in, eyes carefully checking over her form she realised, for injury. She huffed in annoyance, not paying any attention to how his lips quirked in amusement as she marched across the room, grabbed his face in her hands and slammed their mouths together.
"Don't. You. Ever. Do. That. To. Me. Again. Killian. Jones." She said, each word punctuated with a kiss.
She could feel him smiling beneath her lips.
"Sorry love. I didn't mean to scare you, I just-"
"I know," she cut him off, hands eagerly tracing him, just reaffirming that he was actually there, "I know, you big, dumb, brave idiot."
"I don't know how you put up with me," he whispered eyes closing with content as she kissed him softly.
"Because you are my idiot."
A/N: Glad to be back after a bit of a break. I should almost definitely be asleep instead of writing but never mind. As always thank you for reading and commenting, I'm so happy to share this with so many of you who seem to like it.
As always, stay bveautiful x