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The ambulance finally arrived outside of our house, its alarm ringing loudly, after what seemed like an eternity. I was continuing to sob uncontrollably, and my stomach was still hurting like hell. I was forcing myself not to start yelling with the little strength I still had in me. I was so scared something would happen to the baby. I couldn't lose it, I would go crazy, I knew it.

Killian was knelt on the floor next to me. I was still tightly holding his hook, and he had taken my free hand in his. He was about to start crying, but I could see he wanted to be strong for me. His presence was actually helping me a lot. He was preventing me from going crazy. As always, it was enough for him to be nearby to make me feel a little bit better. He gently freed his hand from my grip when he heard the ambulance, and he leaned forward to kiss my forehead. He whispered in a broken voice, gently stroking my cheek :

"I'm going to carry you to the ambulance, okay?"

I nodded without answering out loud. The pain was too strong for me to say something coherent. I knew I was unable to walk and I didn't even think about protesting. It was aching way too much. Killian turned back to look at my parents and he asked :

"Could you watch Liam for me while we're gone?"

"Don't worry about that." My dad assured, anxiously biting the inside of his cheek. "We'll join you at the hospital later."

"Hang in there, honey. It's going to be over soon, I promise." My mom said gently, pressing a kiss on my still burning forehead.

Hook approached me, and I forced myself to straighten a little bit and wrapped my arms around his neck to make things easier for him. He lifted me up as if I was light as a feather, and I whimpered from the pain, my jaw clenched to stifle my sobs. The gesture had awakened the pain in my stomach. It was now worse than ever, and a tear streamed down my face as I was feeling like I was going to faint.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. It's going to be okay, I promise." Killian said, kissing my temple as if he wanted to apologize.

I pulled myself closer to him and buried my face into the crook of his neck, hoping that it would be over soon and that I was going to arrive to the hospital the quicker possible. Everything would be okay. Killian was right. He had said that everything would fall into place, and he was never lying to me. I couldn't miscarry, I just couldn't.

He carried me outside with somewhat hesitant steps, walking slowly in order not to hurt me too much. He knew the movements were worsening my pain, and he was very careful about avoiding to make me suffer. I was holding him close, trying to stay conscious. Everything seemed blurry around me, and the pain was still tearing up my stomach. I was scared, I was in pain, and I was thinking I should never have agreed on using my powers in my condition. I should have listened to Killian. If something happened to the baby, it would only be my fault. I hated myself so much for that, I couldn't hurt my child. I would never recover if it died because of me.

The ambulance was parked in front of the house. Killian gently placed me on the stretcher, and the paramedics took me in charge immediately. All these heads moving around me were making me dizzy. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down a little bit, knowing that the panic was only worsening the pain. In the fog that had taken over my mind, I vaguely heard an unfamiliar voice saying :

"We're going to give her painkillers."

"She's pregnant, isn't it dangerous for the baby?" Killian asked in a worried voice.

"It's better to avoid taking medication during the pregnancy, but given the circumstances, we prefer to stop the pain right away. I'm not sure she will stay conscious much longer in her state."

"All right, then." Hook said in a muffled voice. "You know what you're doing."

I felt a slight pinch in my right arm and tried to breathe slowly, hoping that the drugs were going to work. After a few more seconds, finally the relief. I sighted loudly, feeling all my muscles relaxing all at once. I opened my eyes again. Everything was blurry because of the fear and the painkillers. I was feeling like I was floating outside of my own body, and even if the sensation was a bit strange, I wasn't complaining about it. At least I wasn't in pain anymore. The ambulance was already driving, and Killian approached me to take my hand. I saw that his last defenses had broken and his face was drenched because of his tears :

"Are you feeling better?" He asked with great gentleness.

I pressed a hand on my forehead. I didn't know what they had given me, but I was feeling like my fever had already decreased a bit. It was a good thing, really, because I was so warm a few minutes ago I had been on the edge of passing out several times. Given my state, it was actually a miracle I had stayed conscious the entire time.

"I'm fine." I said in a husky voice. "I just hope… I hope the baby's okay."

"Me too." He said, blinking, and a lonely tear ran down his face.

I lifted my hand up and reached for his face to wipe off his tears, hurt to see him so worried. The movement asked me so much efforts, and I felt my head falling on its side without being able to control it. I was already feeling my eyes closing because of the medication they had given me. But I was so scared to fall asleep in case something happened. And I wanted to comfort Killian. If I was falling asleep, he couldn't talk to me anymore to make sure I was okay, and I was afraid it would worry him even more.

"You can rest, love." He said, answering my thoughts without me having to say anything. "I'm staying right here next to you, I promise."

I didn't even have enough strength left to answer him. I let the hand that was cupping his face fall, and it landed on my stomach. As I was falling into a dreamless sleep, I heard him telling me he was loving me so much and I would make it, as always.

The first thing I heard were voices I wasn't managing to discriminate from each other. They became more and more real as I was waking up from my sleep. I ended up opening my eyes, and the neon light above my bed blinded me for a second. I was laying in a hospital bed, but I needed a few seconds to reassemble the last events in my foggy mind. I was so tired it was difficult for me to think, and the drugs they had given me weren't improving my state.

"Emma? Can you hear me, darling?"

I turned my head on my side to look at Hook, who had talked in a low voice. He was sitting on the edge of the bed beside me, and was holding my hand, gently stroking my skin with his thumb. He was still looking horribly worried. I finally recalled what had happened earlier, and I said in a slurred speech, still half-asleep :

"The baby. Is the baby okay?"

"We don't know yet, love." He answered gently. "They're going to take you for an ultrasound in a few minutes."

"How are you feeling?" My mom's familiar voice asked, coming from the opposite side of the room.

I turned back to look at her, surprised to see her there. My dad was sitting on the windowsill, my mom was settled on a chair next to him, and Henry was staring at me with worry in his eyes from the table on which he was leaning. I hadn't expected to see them there as we had left them at home, and I asked without answering my mom's question:

"What are you all doing here? Where is Liam?"

"We left him with Regina and Robin. He's with the other kids, we wanted to avoid taking him to the hospital with us. It's too much stress for a little guy of his age." My dad said in a comforting tone, but I could see that deep down, he was terrified as well. "Don't worry, he couldn't be in better hands."

"Thanks, it's the best you could do." I answered, relieved that Liam was safe and placing my hand on my forehead to realize my fever was almost completely gone.

"Does it hurt somewhere?" Killian worried, letting go of my hand to press his on my face and make sure I wasn't burning up anymore.

"No, I'm fine. The painkillers are doing their job. I just want to know if the baby is okay."

The fear was crushing my stomach, and I didn't know if I was going to start crying or yelling from the distress. I was feeling sick, and was trying hard not to start sobbing again. Killian nodded, looking very concerned, and intertwined our fingers together. I knew he was feeling the same way I was without him having to tell his fear out loud.

We stayed in a worried silence for a couple of minutes, me too tired to talk, my loved ones afraid to say something that would trigger a panic attack in me. Killian and I felt so connected in our fear of two parents who had maybe lost their child, and there wasn't any place left for anyone else. Finally, I saw the door opening and Whale came in, pushing a wheelchair. He looked at me with concern as he was approaching the bed :

"Good, you're awake. How are you feeling?" He asked, frowning.

"I'm fine." I said hastily, just wanting to go and know if the baby was alive. "Can we do the ultrasound, now?"

"I'm taking you there right away." He nodded, gesturing to show me I had to sit down in the chair.

I got up with Killian's help and settled on the wheelchair, trying to find a comfortable position as Hook was making sure I was all right. Despite what I had told my family in order not to worry them, I was still a bit in pain, and the drugs they had given me were making me dizzy now that I wasn't laying anymore. Without Killian's support I would have probably fainted, actually.

"Are you okay?" Killian whispered, his hand in my hair.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to hide my pain, nodding vaguely. I just wanted to know if my kid was alive. For now, it was all that mattered. If I had told them I was feeling bad, I was scared they would have started asking me questions while all I wanted was making sure that the little one was all right. I was less important.

"I won't lie to you, it's an unusual situation." Whale started talking again after a few minutes of silence as he was pushing me in the hospital's maze of white corridors.

"Do you think it's bad?" Hook asked, walking beside me and looking particularly nervous.

"I don't know." Whale admitted with a little sight. "I think her magic asked her to do too much efforts, and she has drawn into her stored energy to use it. The stomachache can be there because she has used her vital organs' strength. We're just hoping it hasn't touched the baby."

I closed my eyes, trying to stop the sob I was feeling in my throat from crossing my lips. It was only my fault. I should have listened to Killian. But I was too damn stubborn, as always. I should never have obeyed to to the wizards. If my baby was dead…

"Killian, I..." I started in a muffled voice.

"Don't you dare apologize." He cut me off, guessing what I was going to tell him before I said it out loud. "It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself."

I nodded and didn't say anything, a bit comforted by his words. At least he wasn't mad at me, even if he should probably have been. I placed a hand on my stomach, silently talking to the baby. Please, hold on there. Don't leave me. Forgive me for what I've done to you, but stay alive. I can't lose you.

We finally arrived in the examination room, and I managed to lay down on the cold table with Killian's help, who lifted me up from the ground to prevent me from doing any efforts. My heart started to pound loudly and painfully in my chest. I looked up to meet Killian's gaze, tears forming in my eyes. If Whale was telling us our baby was dead…

Hook took my hand, and I squeezed it hard to give me strength. I knew he was as scared as I was, but he was trying to hide it, he wanted to be strong for me. But I could see he was terrified because of his fast breathing and his eyes shinning with sadness and dread. We were already loving that baby so much. It couldn't be dead. It was a survivor, as its parents.

I lifted my t-shirt up, divulging my stomach, which was slightly curved. It had started to get a bit rounder a few days earlier, but the change was invisible if we didn't pay attention to it. I bit my lower lip, telling myself with a lump in my throat that this roundness was maybe the only change I would have the chance to ever notice.

I shivered. It was cold in the room and I was scared. I tightened my grip around Killian's hand when Whale approached the ultrasound probe from my stomach. I closed my eyes, trying to get ready for the worst. If I wasn't hearing the heart… It meant it was dead, and it was all my fault despite what Killian had told me. He wasn't blaming me for what was happening because he loved me, but he was wrong. If it was dead, I had killed it and I could only blame myself.

I barely startled when the cold gel touched my skin. I felt the probe moving on my stomach, right underneath my belly-button. There was quiet for an endless second, and I almost started to yell. So, it was over, then? Just like that? Our baby was dead and there was nothing we could do about it?

But finally, a regular and fast heartbeat started to ring against the room's walls. I opened my eyes and started to breathe again. I hadn't even noticed I was holding my breath. I looked up to see Killian, who was looking so relieved as well. It was alive, and I could see he was as happy as I was about it. It was alive, and if it hadn't been hurt by my stupidity, this horrible day would soon become a bad memory.

"It's okay." Whale finally said after a few more seconds. "It's in perfect shape."

I gasped from the relief, and started to cry immediately. It was fine, it was alive. I had been so scared I had lost it. I whimpered, putting my free hand on my stomach, trying to calm myself down as a hot flush was making me dizzy.

Whale took the probe away from me, and I let go of Killian's hand to press my fingers against my mouth and stifle the uncontrollable sobs that were shaking my shoulders. I had been so terrified, and crying was allowing me to get rid of all this fear. But I seemed unable to stop and calm down. I was feeling my heart pounding so fast in my chest, it could break my ribs if it didn't stop.

"Everything's all right." Killian said gently, chasing one of my hair strand that had fallen in front of my eyes away from my face. "Calm down, love, it's okay..."

"I was… So scared." I panted, unable to breathe properly.

Whale seemed to notice the state of panic I was in, because he took my wrist to take my pulse with a frown. After a few seconds, he finally said as I was still breathing way too fast and irregularly :

"Her heart is beating way too quickly, she's having a panic attack."

"Is it bad?" Killian asked, utterly worried. "Shh" He added, gently stroking my cheek to try and comfort me. "Breathe, baby, everything's okay..."

"She's had too many conflicting emotions all at once. You've both lived a horrible day. I'm going to give her a tranquilizer. We can't leave her like that."

I didn't answer anything, barely realizing what they were saying. My chest was hurting because my heart was beating so fast. All the emotions I had had in a few hours were going out of me now all at once, they were crashing inside my brain and crying was the only way for me to get rid of them.

I saw Whale put something in my catheter, and after only a few seconds, everything became blurry. I stopped crying, a bit surprised by this change, and I felt my head fall on my side as I was falling asleep again.

I opened my eyes and blinked several times to get used to the darkness that was surrounding me. I glanced at the window to realize it was pitch-black outside. I sighted and placed my hand on my stomach. I was still feeling a bit sick, and I was pretty sure my fever was back, but my belly wasn't hurting anymore. The baby was all right. It was all that mattered.

A movement on my right side made me turn my head, and I had a small smile when I saw Killian. He had fallen asleep next to me, his head resting on his arms. He was looking like he was slowly waking up, and I guessed he had probably heard me sighting. I hold my breath for a second to see if he was going to fall back asleep. He needed to rest after all, he had lived quite a day as well. But he looked up after a few seconds, rubbing his eyes with his hand, and I smiled once again because he was looking so adorable. He didn't notice I was awake right away, and it's only a couple of seconds later that he met my eyes. He immediately took my hand in his and asked in a low voice :

"Are you okay, beautiful? How are you feeling?"

"I feel fine." I said with a small smile to try and comfort him because he was looking very worried.

"You've scared me to death." He stated gently, stroking my hand with his thumb in relief when he saw I was well and talking.

"I'm so sorry." I said sheepishly. "To be honest, I've scared myself pretty good too. My parents aren't there?"

"They went home to spend the night with Neal. Liam is with them. They'll come tomorrow morning so we can see him. It isn't aching anymore?"

"No." I said, trying to stay calm as I was drowning in my own emotions. "But I think my fever is back, though."

I was so relieved the baby was okay, and I was feeling guilty for scaring my parents and Killian so much. I was exhausted because of all these events, and I wanted to sleep, but for some reason, I was afraid something bad would happen again, and I was feeling like crying.

"It's true, you're a bit warm." Hook said in worry after placing his hand on my forehead. "Do you want me to call a nurse so we give you some more painkillers?"

"No, it's fine." I refused in a muffled voice. "I don't want something to happen to the baby because of all these drugs."

"Whale said he wanted to keep you in the hospital for a few days, to make sure you and the baby were all right. I said I agreed with this, I'm sorry I haven't waited for your opinion..."

"You did good." I cut him off, trying to hold back my tears but it was getting harder and harder.

"What's wrong, darling?" He asked, guessing that something was off with me.

I couldn't resist any longer and started to cry again. I tried to stop, but just couldn't and I felt ashamed of myself. I had cried way too much in a day. I had to stop now, it was stupid.

You damn hormones, why wouldn't you leave me alone?

"Oh, baby." Killian said, gently cupping my cheek to comfort me, looking deeply hurt by my tears.

"I'm so sorry." I sobbed. "I don't even know why I'm crying."

"Don't apologize, love. After what we've lived today, it's normal to cry." He answered gently.

I nodded, and seeing that I wasn't calming down, he ended up laying on the bed next to me and taking me into his arms. The bed was too small for the both of us, but I didn't care. I was actually able to hold him close, and it was helping me a lot. I buried my face into the crook of his neck while he was stroking my hair and whispering to my ear he was loving me so much and I was the strongest woman he had ever met. His voice was comforting, and I managed to calm down after a long while.

"Thanks." I said, feeling one last tear streaming down my face.

"You don't have to thank me. It's not completely selfless." He whispered with a little smile. "I'm really happy to feel you close to me. Never do such a thing to me again, promise?"

"I'll try." I said, cuddling a little bit closer to his chest as he was giving me a trail of little kisses down my face and in my neck.

His heart pounding in his chest rocking me, I ended up falling asleep, finally reassured.

See? I've been nice this time! Hope you liked this chapter, and see you Friday! :)