Stabbed- part 2
Many people have asked for a oneshot of a follow up to chapter 170 "Stabbed".
They sat by her bedside, determined not to leave her. As soon as Whale said they could go in to see her they were off. Seeing her lying there- bandage wound around her middle- was not a nice sight. Yes, they were grateful she was alive, but she looked so vulnerable. The time would come to find her attacker, but not until Snow and Charming were sure Emma was going to be ok.
Emma woke up about twelve hours after her operation. Her stomach was in agony and her head was spinning. What was going on? She tried to sit up, but found herself being pushed back down.
"Not yet sweetheart, you'll rip your stitches." Was that her dad's voice? Stitches? What stitches? Slowly, Emma opened her eyes, keeping them half shut so the bright light didn't hurt. She saw her parents looking down on her from either side. They looked concerned, why were they concerned?
"Oh Emma, you're awake. We were so worried." Her mom said, reaching down and stroking her cheek. Her dad looked on the verge of tears.
"Mom, dad?" Emma croaked. "Where am I? What's going on- why am I sore?" Emma was beginning to get agitated. Her dad gently took her hand, stroking the back of it.
"Honey you're in hospital. You had an operation…you were stabbed." Hearing it helped it all come back to Emma. She had been attacked. He'd just burst into her home. Emma didn't even have a chance to grab her gun before he'd pounced. What if Henry had been there? Emma couldn't help a tear escaping her eye. Her mom caught it with her thumb and wiped it away.
"You're safe now. Whale's fixed you up." Snow assured her. Charming bent down beside her.
"Emma I promise you I will find this man. He won't get away with what he's done to you." Emma suddenly grabbed her dad's hand.
"Don't leave me." She pleaded. She grabbed her mom's hand too. "Either of you." Snow and Charming shared a look before turning back to Emma.
"Baby, we're not leaving you." Charming promised her. "Not until you want us to go." Emma nodded, eyes becoming heavy. Snow gently stroked her forehead.
"Sleep." She whispered. "Henry's safe, Neal's safe, you're safe." Feeling secure in the knowledge of her parents' presence, Emma allowed herself to sleep.