Emma has been awake all night, she hasn't been able to sleep. The doctor said she had a concussion and had to stay the night for observation. Mary Margaret and David stayed awake all night with her. They drifted asleep around four in the morning. Emma didn't have the heart to wake them. The nurses said she had to wait to see Killian until the morning. Its eight now. Emma has to see him.
"Mom," Emma croaks. Mary Margaret jerks awake and smiles.
"Oh did I fall asleep? How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" Mary Margaret asks quickly. Emma sits up.
"Some water please?" she asks weakly. Mary Margaret gets up and scurries to the bedside table. She pours a glass of water and hands it to Emma. She takes it and takes a couple sips of water before talking again.
"Do you think I could see Killian now?" Emma asks, not wanting to sound too eager. She sets the glass of water down.
"I knew that was coming. There was a nurse last night who said he will not stop asking for you," Mary Margaret states. That settles it then.
"I need to see him," Emma says as she gets up from bed. As she flicks the covers back Emma realizes she is in a hospital gown and she can't walk the hallways in that.
"Emma you need the rest you will have to wait," Mary Margaret throws the covers back over Emma.
"No, Mom I need to see him. Please, can't you wheel me to his room in a wheel chair. Ten minutes, please. Come on being awake all night and not knowing is killing me," Emma pleads. Mary Margaret sighs.
"I'll go ask the nurse. Wait here." Mary Margaret demands. Emma needs to see him. She needs to know he is alright. She needs to know she didn't cause him too much pain. She needs to know it wasn't her fault, but it is. If she wasn't with Killian he wouldn't be in this mess. He would have celebrated last night and had fun. He wouldn't have been shot. This is all her fault. As much as it hurts her she can't do this to him. A few minutes later Mary Margaret returns with a wheel chair. Emma smiles.
"I had to beg for this, so be grateful," Mary Margaret says with a stern glare.
"I am. Thank you so much!" Emma squeals as she gets out of bed. Mary Margaret helps adjust her IV when Emma gets settled into the chair. Mary Margaret hands Emma her glasses and Emma slides them onto her face. Mary Margaret pushes Emma out of the room and down a boring beige hallway, past the nurses station, around a corner, and stops in front of a door on the right. Mary Margaret leans over Emma and knocks.
Holy shit this is the first time I am meeting Killian's mom. In a hospital. I put her only son into a hospital. She is going to hate me.
A muffled come in sounds from the other side of the door. Emma takes a deep breath, leans forward and turns the door knob. Emma gives the door a little push and Mary Margaret glides Emma through slowly. Sitting in a chair next to Killian's bed is a woman with his same dark, thick hair as Killian. Her hair is longer of course. She is stunning. From what Emma can tell she has a perfect hourglass figure and hardly any wrinkles. Her eyes are the perfect shade of green. Killian must get all his looks from his mother. She smiles at Emma and Mary Margaret. Mary Margaret wheels Emma over to her.
"Now he has been asking about you all morning. He simply won't shut up, that is until he fell asleep. I must say I understand why. You are quite lovely my dear," Emma blushes, "Oh no need to be shy. I'm Charlotte," she says with a british accent. Charlotte holds out her hand. Emma takes her hand and shakes it.
"I'm Emma. Nice to meet you," she says with a shy smile. Charlotte releases her hand and Mary Margaret wheel Emma to Killians side. Killian is sleeping, so Emma grabs his hand and gives it a brief kiss. The moms are whispering in the background. Killian's eyes flutter and he turns his head toward her. When he finally opens his eyes all the way he smiles.
"Swan, there you are. I was putting up quite a fit to see you," he says wearily. She smiles.
"I know, your mom told me. I am not surprised to hear you were making trouble," She says with a wink. Charlotte clears her throat. Emma and Killian look at her.
"We are going to go get some coffee. We'll be back soon," She says. Mary Margaret smiles and they both wave goodbye. The door shuts and Emma returns her attention to Killian.
"Now would you like to explain why you're in a wheelchair?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, I am fine. It was the only way I was allowed to see you. Apparently I lost a lot of blood from that head wound and they are all worried now. I don't know why I feel fine," Emma says with a shrug.
"Good I was worried something really awful had happened," he says as he uses his thumb to trace circles on her hand.
"Why are we talking about me? You were the one who was shot. How are you?"
"I am fine. The bullet went all the way through, so I got some stitches. Like you I lost a lot of blood and that was worrisome to them. Its not too bad." She looks so worried and tired. Even with that she looks beautiful. I want to take her worry away. I want to bring her happiness. He squeezes her hand in reassurance. She gives him a small smile.
"I am so sorry about that. I can't believe I got you into this. I should've stayed away. In fact I should leave. You don't want me in your life," she says as she pulls away. He grips her tighter.
"No, you shouldn't have. Hell I'm glad you didn't. My life is better with you. Emma you have to believe me on this. I was lonely and hollow without you. Then you strolled in with those glasses and awakened something inside of me. The danger is gone now. Neal's in jail. Emma what are you so afraid of?" he asks with his brow furrowed. Emma looks down at their intertwined hands. She adjusts her glasses.
"That I'm too damaged for you to want me. For anyone to want me. I'm better off alone," she says, but she can't look at him. She feels pulled towards him, but no one could want her after Neal. Killian's hand lifts Emma's chin up, so he can see her face.
"You don't think I'm damaged? Emma, you're amazing. Of course I want you. Now get up here," he says as he scoots over on the bed. Cautiously she climbs up and he pulls her close to him. She rests her head on his chest. Killian kisses her head.
"Emma, please never doubt how I feel about you. You can't imagine how even in this last week how you've changed my life. Please don't leave," he whispers into her ear. Is he going to say he loves me? Does what he said last night have any truth to it? She buries her head into his chest. Could this work? For some damn reason he wants her and she needs him, maybe it could.
"I won't," she says into his chest. He grabs her chin and his lips crash against hers. She reaches and runs her hands through his hair. She pulls his hair and he moans. There is a knock at the door. They break apart and she rests her head on his chest.
"We can't catch a break," he groans, "Come in," Killian shouts. Their moms come back in. They share a look and laugh when they see Emma and Killian on the bed.
"Emma come on, you have to go back to your room. We have to see when you can leave," Mary Margaret says.
"I can't wait to be in my own bed and sleep," Emma comments. She kisses Killian on the cheek and climbs back into the wheelchair.
"I'll check on you later," she says with a wink. Mary Margaret stands behind Emma.
"I'll be waiting, love," he say with a smile. Mary Margaret wheels Emma out of the room. As soon as the door shuts Charlotte turns to Killian.
"Don't you dare hurt that girl," she says with her arms crossed.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he says with a sigh.
Back in Emma's room the doctor examines her before allowing her to leave. Emma gets dressed while David and Mary Margaret fill out paper work. Her parents come back into the room and tell her they can go home.
"Can I see Killian before we go home?" Emma asks. Mary Margaret and David share a look.
"Fine, but quickly. We have things to take care of when we get home," David says. Emma smiles and runs off. She arrives at Killian's door and knocks. What the hell do we need to take care of? Please tell me I am still not grounded. A muffled come in breaks her from her train of thought. She opens the door and heads inside. Killian is alone in the room. Emma walks to his side and sits on the edge of the bed.
"Hey, stranger. How are you?" She asks him with a smile. He takes her hand.
"Better with you here, love," he says.
"Have you seen the doctor? Do you know when you're going to be allowed to leave?"
"Yes, actually the Doctor just left. They want me to stay a little later. I should be out by tonight," he says.
"Okay. Well I can't stay too long. Call me when you get home?" she asks.
"Of course, love," She bends down and they kiss. It's short, but sweet. She pulls away.
"Sorry I have to go," she mumbles. He moves to lean up and winces. Her burrow furrows.
"Ah damn bullet hole. I'll talk to you later," he says with a grimace. The door opens and David walks in.
"We have to leave now," David orders. Emma gets up and walks towards her dad.
"I was just on my way out," she mumbles as she leaves with her dad.
When they arrive back at the house, David calls the sheriff station. Her dad was an ass for no reason. He rushed her out of Killian's room, so she could make her statement? What the hell?
"This is why we had to leave the hospital in a hurry?" Emma asks as she paces in the living room.
"Yes. The sheriff said to call when we got home from the hospital. I want that bastard prosecuted as fast as possible and they need your statement to do that. Now you are going to sit here and talk to the sheriff," He demands. Emma flinches she has never heard her dad talk to her like that ever. The doorbell rings and David rushes to the door. Emma looks at Mary Margaret and she looks as worried as Emma is.
"Honey, just sit down. I'll deal with your father," she says with a sigh. Emma sits down and the sheriff walks in. He sits down and Emma recounts the events of last night. He writes down everything on a little notepad. I can't believe this all happened last night. It feels like its been a million years since then.
"Emma, you will testify against him, right?" the sheriff asks.
"Of course. Nothing would make me happier than seeing him in jail," she says bitterly. Her parents look taken aback by this.
"Alright, sounds good to me. We'll call if anything changes," the sheriff says as he gets up. David nods and follows him to the door. Emma releases a breath she didn't know she was holding. Mary Margaret sits next to her on the couch.
"Are you sure you want to testify? You don't have to," Mary Margaret says softly.
"No, I'll do it. I have to. Now can I go see Ruby?" Emma asks abruptly. David walks in and Mary Margaret glances at him.
"We have more to talk about maybe later…" Mary Margaret trails off. David sits down in the chair the sheriff was previously occupying.
"What else is there to talk about?" Emma asks glaring at both her parents.
"Don't look at us like this isn't good news," David says happily. The anger and tension he had seemed to leave with the sheriff.
"We just wanted to say that we are glad you're safe and that this is over. You're officially ungrounded," Mary Margaret says. Emma smiles.
"So, I can go see Ruby?" Emma asks hopefully. They nod and Emma squeals. Emma runs up stairs, changes and heads out the door.
A couple days later at school Emma, Killian, Ruby, and James are having lunch and having a great time. Killian is on some painkillers, but seems to be doing fine. Killian puts an arm around Emma.
"Hey, we should all go somewhere this weekend," Ruby suggests.
"That sounds like a great idea. What shall we do?" Emma asks.
"A movie?" Killian suggests. They all nod in agreement.
"What do we want to see? The new Spiderman or some chick flick?" James asks. Mary Margaret walks up to the table. Ruby stops talking before she can even start. Ruby points behind Emma to Mary Margaret. Emma turns around. She can see worry written all over her moms face.
"Emma, you and Killian must come with me," Mary Margaret says calmly. Emma and Killian share a glance.
"Why?" Emma asks exasperated.
"Emma don't. Not now. You two let's move," Mary Margaret snaps. Emma and Killian get up and follow Mary Margaret.
"Mom, what's going on?" Emma asks as they catch up to Mary Margaret.
"Somehow, some way, Neal made bail. He made threats toward you while he was in jail. You two are heading home. One of us will get there as soon as we can, but we have to teach. This is too last minute," She says in a single breath. Killian looks like he is going to burst. They arrive at the student doors and Mary Margaret hugs Emma.
"Be safe. Don't leave the house," she orders and Emma nods. Her and Killian march out the doors. Killian protectively places a hand in the middle of her back to hurry her a long. They hop in the car and screech out of the parking lot.