Emma nervously chewed her bottom lip. Her grip on the cheap hospital chair not losing for a moment. Her foot lightly bouncing on the white tile floor.
The door swung open, but a nurse just rushed past. Emma let a breath out she did not know she was holding.
Moron, moron,moron
"Emma, he is going to be ok" Mary Margret whispered, her hand resting on Emma's arm. Emma wiped away the tears that where falling down. She did not want Whale to come through those doors.
Hook was hurt, badly. She didn't know what she felt, anger or concern. She was going to lose him. Left again.
"Emma? You can see him now…But he is not awake" Dr Whale whispered in a hushed tone. Only Emma could hear him. "And it's best if only Emma goes to see him" Dr Whale added a little bit louder, holding his hand up to stop David and Henry.
The hospital room was big, a single bed stood in the middle. Wires connected to his arm and heart monitor making beep noises.
"You promised" Emma wept as she sat on the chair next to his bed.
"That-'' She chocked on the words. Grabbing hold of his hand and feeling how cold he was.
"That you would…survive" she whispered before standing up and spinning on her heels heading towards the door. She glaced back one more time, her heart shattered. She knew what was gonna happen next. She knew her walls were broken down, but the one who broke them down got caught in the rubble.