The Truest Love

Chapter 22: Possessions

{Emma's POV}
Emma's father sat in shock as they passed on what Blue had told them about the "truest love". After waking and listening to what the four had to say on Verus Diligo, Mary Margaret was uneasy.

"Emma, we need to get going. We need to know how to destroy the box before all of its contents join us." Mary Margaret started to get up with the help of David.

"Woah, now," David said lifting her from the bed slowly. "You, Emma, and Regina are in NO shape to be defeating evil right now. You're going home, holding your baby, and resting. I will look after you and nothing will happen while you rest, I promise." David kissed Snow's forehead and rolled over a wheelchair. She sat down wincing.

"Well, mate we agreed on one thing. You heard the man, Swan. Let's get you home." He smiled faintly and tucked her hair behind her ears.

"I don't need rest, I have to see August to make sure he's okay." She didn't want to make Killian jealous, but she sure as hell had to see August. She couldn't go home and rest. Defeating evil is what she DOES. Emma couldn't just sit and do nothing. Being the sheriff and the savior meant sucking it up and doing your job. It wasn't her nature to let someone else do it for her.

"I'll come with you, but you ARE going home Emma. " He had a calm, protective, and soothing voice.

"Killian, this is something I need to do on my own." She said softly.

He nodded, "I understand. Make it quick though. I'll be outside in the car waiting for you, Love." He brushed by her to find his way out the door. She said goodbye to the others before walked out of Mary Margaret's room and finding her way into August's next door. Her friend was lying awake staring at the ceiling. Sweaty and looked extremely pale, he sat up to greet her.

"August? Are you okay? What happened?" She asked the recognizable yet unrecognizable man who had watched over her her whole life.

"I... I don't know." He said quietly shaking. "I don't remember." Emma looked puzzled.

"Wait, you hit your head?" She asked looking around his face and hair line for any trace of injury.

"No, doctor said I'm fine. Well, other than the emergency trache, but I don't remember the accident at all." He said as his voice shook out of shock or fear.

"You don't remember the accident?" She sat down on the bed next to him. Having her full attention now, he continued to tell his story.

"One minute I'm out back carving wood, and then next thing I know I'm in here. I don't remember needing to go anywhere either." Emma laid a hand on his shoulder to calm him.

"Hey, you'll be alright. The only way you can't remember is if you hit your head. But, I don't understand because there's no trauma indicating that you hit your head." She was no doctor, but she knew a head injury when she saw one and he did not look good.

"Um, that's where I lost the doctors, but I have another theory of what happened," he said pausing.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Possession." He concluded folding his arms. She sat up straight eyeing him like he was crazy.