The morning seems to hit Killian hard.
He comes in with red eyes and most likely a pounding headache by the way he flinches when the phone rings. David hasn't come in yet which is probably helping the situation, but he's never late so it's odd.
In repayment of what he brought for her the day before, she takes a break to head to the nearest coffee shop.
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"Rough night?" She asks, approaching his desk with her treasure in tote.
He picks his head up from the position of flat on his desk that it's been for probably five minutes to give her a slightly smile. "Something like that," he echoes her message.
"I come bearing gifts," she announces quietly and lays down the black coffee and three aspirin.
His features relax as he quickly takes the aspirin with a gulp of coffee. "Swan, you are officially my favorite person." It's just a thing, a thing that should not make her heart flutter or her stomach kick, but it does.
"Was I not before?" It's the only thing she can think to say in response. Her heart is still fluttering and it's a good thing that he's hungover or he might have noticed. He is always in tune with her emotions.
One of his eyebrows raise questioningly and he shrugs.
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"There is no one else. She is my favorite person. I mean, she brought me coffee and aspirin."
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The office phone starts ringing about half past ten, long after David should have come into work. She looks at it with disdain.
"Apple Tree Paper Company, this is0"
"Emma! It's David. I need you to come get me!" There's an unmistakable panic in his voice that she has never heard before.
"Woah, calm down. What happened?" Killian looks up with questioning eyes, and her expression immediately makes him come to her desk.
"I've been hurt, I need you to come get me."
"David, do you need me to call an ambulance?" Robin is now out of his office and the rest of the staff are staring. Mary Margaret has her hand hovering over her mouth as she looks with unrestrained concern.
"No, no, I got my hand stu0" Killian is taking the headset out of her hand and pressing the speaker button, thankfully alleviating her stress.
"David," he's talking loudly so the whole office can hear, "tell us really loudly what happened."
"My hand. It's stuck in the horse stall, I tried to pull it out, but it just made it worse. I need Pam to come get me."
Killian rolls his eyes, the situation is more than comical now. "Dave, Emma can't leave her desk. I'll just come check it out."
"No! Not, Killian." There's silence for a moment. "Please don't send Killian."
He motions for her to hang up the headset and she complies with a raised eyebrow. "You're going to pick him up?"
"I'm definitely not letting anyone else go, I just have to see this, love." His eyes are laughing and she wonders if he notices the term of endearment he just let slip. She notices.
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"Love… it's just a term of endearment."
"Yes, extremely hungover. I was out until about four, slept two hours, and then had to get ready to come to this. My head is killing me, little bit of blurry vision. Probably shouldn't be driving, but this is going to be a sight to behold."
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She watches him leave, but holds herself back from watching him out the window.
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The drive to David's is about twenty minutes, but he only makes it about a mile down the road when his vision goes blurry. He can't see and he's afraid of what's to come. Thankfully the street is deserted, but he can't see and he's driving a moving vehicle. There's a loud horn and he whips the car to the right, hoping to avoid the oncoming car that was assumingly coming straight for him.
The next thing he knows is a large crash and he's world goes dark.
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He wakes unsure of how much time has passed, but knowing he needs help by how bad his head is pounding. He's able to reach his phone, but the numbers are blurry. 911 is out of the question, but he can find the two, or what he hopes is the two.
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Back at the office, Emma's phone starting ringing, not the office phone, but her cellphone. It's Killian's stupid face that lights up her screen and she slides the green arrow across the screen.
"Is David alright?" She's laughing, until she heard the heavy breathing on the other end of the line. "Killian?"
More heavy breathing. "Emma, I think I h0hit a street pole or something. I need you t0to get me, I can't see the phone," his voice his shaking and striking fear into her. She's grabbing her keys and running into the wintery weather without even a coat without a moment's thought.
"I'm on my way, I should probably call an ambulance, Killian." She's driving, but it's slow going because of the amount of snow on the road. It's not surprising that he slid on the ice.
"No, I think I'm fine, but my visions blurry."
She's about a mile away from the office when she sees his car with the front end banged into a metal pole. There's not much damage to the front of the car. Cutting the engine, she races from the car to the mess. There are no other cars on the road to worry about.
"Killian?" Emma throws open the front door and finds him with a pale face and eyes closed.
Lazily, his eyes open, "Hey, Em." It's a name she hasn't heard from him before that causes another little flutter.
"Come on, Jones," she wraps an arm around his waist to help him from the car. He's woozy on his feet and they almost slip on the ice twice. It has to be a concussion. The thought crosses her mind again when he starts laughing after the second slip.
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"Mmm, where are you taking me?"
She looks over to his hunched over form, "Hospital."
Killian is silent again for a few moments before he giggles again. "So pretty, Em." Rolling her eyes, she pushes him back against the seat again.
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A nurse takes him for a CT only moments after they arrive once she reveals he'd taken aspirin. Apparently it can give bigger chance to a brain bleed after head trauma. She stays in the waiting room once they take him and calls to let Robin know why she dashed out. He let her know that he would call the police to take care of David.
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Two cups of watery black coffee later the same nurse that had taken down information came to the waiting room to find her. The woman recognized her easily out of the other three people in the waiting room. It seemed to be a slow day for the Storybrooke Hospital.
"Ms. Swan?" She nods to the woman whose tag reads 'Anna'. "Mr. Jones' scan came back. He has a moderate concussion and no bleeding or swelling. If you don't mind coming with me, he's asking for you."