So this chapter is really short, but super important. It is going to change point of view several times throughout the chapter. It will go between Emma and Killian, as they are out main characters. I really hope you are all enjoying this story. I am loving writing it!

Chapter 14: Stay Here

The hot chocolate packets found in in hospital vending machines did not do justice to the hot chocolate Mrs. Abernathy made at home. And since it lacked whipped cream and cinnamon, the drink was a bust. But Emma needed to keep her head straight and the sugar rush from the sweet liquid might help with that.

They had been there for hours and there had been very little news. All they knew was that Mrs. Abernathy was stable, but in critical condition. That update had been a little over an hour ago though. There was an eerie sound that filled the room. It was not silence per se, because there was noise everywhere. Perhaps it was grief personified.

Candice and Melody gave neither Emma nor Killian any answers. No information about what would happen to them for the next few weeks for even the next day. They were in a complete limbo, no clue where to go next. But then again, wasn't that just the story of their lives?

For the first time in six months, Emma was once again faced with the question of where she would wake up tomorrow. She had no clue what the future held. She finally had obtained happiness, found somewhere that resembled a home, and now something threatened that happy home. Emma could only pray that somehow fate would allow her to stay put, just this once.

Killian Jones' entire life had been one large roller coaster that he was dying to get off of. The system had been cruel to him, only allowing moments of happiness in the bleak storm he called childhood.

He secretly always feared something like this would happen. He knew he was assuming the worst, but something in him told him that this was not going to end well. Killian was just starting to get better, to heal, when the rug was pulled out from under him yet again.

Separation was his biggest fear at the moment. Separation from his home, separation from Mrs. Abernathy, separation from Emma. He had finally gotten close to her, had knocked down her walls. That could not all be for vain. There was a connection with her, something special. They understood each other, they related in a way he would never relate with another person. He could not lose that. He could not lose her.

He was seventeen and she was fifteen. They were both too young and too broken. Their futures, no matter what they looked like, would be difficult and painful. But he hoped that she might have a place in his life beyond the system.

Killian did not know how he felt about Emma. She was special, but he could not let his emotions of possibly losing her cloud his judgement. He wanted her to be safe from the pain, he wanted to protect her. In just a few short months, he had grown closer to her then he could possibly ever have thought. Now his biggest fear was letting her go.

Not only did Emma have a built in lie detector, but she was also able to read faces well. She could tell what someone was thinking with just a single glance to their face.

She knew the minute the doctor walked through the door.

The sound of footsteps pulled Killian from his trance. He looked up to see a doctor slowly approaching them, emotionless and stern look on his face.

The man did not even need to open his mouth for Killian to know what was going to come out.

"I'm sorry."

Emma had heard those words too many times in her life. Social workers apologizing that the previous home did not work out. Kids at school saying it when they heard what she really was. New foster parents when they heard the horrors she had faced.

The funny thing about all the apologies was that they were all fake.

"There was nothing we could do. It happened quickly."

The doctor's words rung in Killian's ears. He remembered hearing those same exact words when Liam died. He knew the last part was meant to be comforting, meaning that they went peacefully and did not suffer, but death was not an enjoyable time. No matter how quick it happened, it hurt.

Everything happened in slow motion. Emma did not remember what the doctor said after "It happened quickly." It did not matter what he said. Mrs. Abernathy was gone. Her home was gone. Her life, her happiness, everything was gone.

It finally sunk in that she would move, yet again. She was finally happy and she lost it. The universe or something beyond her control would not allow her to be happy. It was not in the cards for someone like her.

What seemed like hours later, she felt a light tug on her arm. Her face was wet, but she did not know when that had happened. Everything was a blur-she could not hear anything, could not process anything. She saw Killian being led in the opposite direction, away from her, with Melody, but she could not get her body to react. She could not move if she was not being moved.

The walk to the car looked foreign. She could not get her brain to do anything. It was stuck in one mode-pain. Nothing made sense. Nothing felt real. She went through the motion, got into the car, without ever realizing that she was taking another step.

It was not until she sat in the car, face stained with tears and hands shaking, did she finally realize what had happened. It was only then she understood that it was just the beginning of the end.

And now you all hate me. I told you it would happen. Feel free to let you anger out in the comments, though nice reviews are welcome too :)