Break the Rules, Break the Walls

Chapter Ten

For the first time in her life, Emma was a liar. The only knowledge she had about the practice of medicine had come from a few books she had read because she's been in the mood to learn something new one day.

She knew the basics, such as the number one rule: clean all wounds first thing. So that's what she did, and ignored the fact that she only partially knew what she was doing. Might as well appear confident so as to not to worry Wendy and Hook enough to the point of not trusting her. She needed their trust if she was going to get off of this ship.

Grabbing the cloth and water Wendy had brought her, she soaked the white linen and began dabbing at Hook's hip.

He gasped sharply and his hand spasmed out from where it had been resting of the bed to clutch at her wrist.
A jolt of electricity shot through her arm and constricted her chest.

"That stings lass." He ground out between his teeth.

"I know." Emma said apologetically, removing her wrist from his grasp. He was continuing to loose blood, but it didn't seem to be in a large quantity. Even so, Emma needed to get it cleaned so she could stitch and wrap it. "You need to hold still Hook!" Emma warned him as he jerked away from her once more.

She reached out and placed a hand on his uninjured hip to hold him still, and a blush crept up on her cheeks as she felt him freeze from the contact of her fingers.

For a stupid moment she was distracted by a rock hard abdomen and hip bones that carved a 'V' into his waist that disappeared down below his leather pants.

"Easier said than done lass." Hook told her, his voice strained, staring at the ceiling. That brought her out of whatever revere she was in.

Snap out of it Emma! What's wrong with you? She scolded herself as she tightened her grip on his side and continued to mop the blood away from his wound, stopping every so often to rinse the cloth, once white, now crimson.

Once the extra blood had been cleaned away, Emma could see that the stab wound wasn't as large as she thought it was. Emma blew out a relieved breathe.

"Wendy," she said without turning. "thread the needle for me would you?"

"Course." Wendy said scrambling to Emma's side and doing as she was told.

"Hook, you still here?" Emma asked him. The book said to constantly make sure that your patient was conscious so that they didn't slip away, or so you could ask them questions about pain and the likes.

"Aye. Don't exactly have anywhere to be at the moment. Why do you ask?" He quipped.

Emma rolled her eyes. "I need to make sure that Blackbeard didn't hit a bone or anything. Tell me if you're in pain when I touch your hip."

Emma began to do as she said, by pressing, gently at first, on various places of his side, slowly increasing pressure. He only clenched his teeth or made a noise of protest when she pressed a spot near his wound.

"No more pain than the usual lass." He told her letting out a breathe.

"That's good." Emma told him reassuringly. The book had told Emma to give patients hope when ever possible. "Wendy, you done?"

"Here." she said in a tight voice, handing Emma the needle with black thread dangling from it. Emma glanced at the girl quickly to find her wearing a mask of stone that covered a face of worry and a feeling of sickness.

"Do you want to take a step out, Wendy?" Emma asked.

Wendy shook her head firmly. "If Killian can handle this, so can I."