Stay With Me

Aftermath of the Incident

As I cried over Killian's unresponsive body, Snow had her hands over her mouth in disbelief.  David, I hoped, felt like crap because he'd knocked Killian out, and the blood on the pavement made me so stressed I could throw up.

"I... I have to get him to the hospital."  Before Snow or David could offer to help, I teleported to the hospital, landing on the floor in the Emergency area.  Nurses quickly rushed over as everything felt like a blur.  They took Killian away from me and then they took me to a room because apparently I needed stitches for the wound on my hand.  I couldn't comprehend anything over my fear for Killian's life. He was a survivor, wasn't he?  He was MY survivor.  I wasn't allowed to see Killian because, technically, I wasn't family.  I wasn't his wife, YET.  As I sat in the waiting room, I heard my name get called.  I looked to see Dr. Wale.  He waved for me to come to him.  I stood up and walked towards him.

"Any news on Killian?"  My heart raced.  He looked at the floor.

"Well, I'm not supposed to tell you, but he isn't awake yet.  Things...  Yeah.  Anyways, I need to talk about YOU."  He looked to me in a disappointed way and I knew it was because I was supposed to be resting, not being thrown to the ground and teleporting and going for walks.

"Emma, for the safety of your child you need to be resting.  I understand that's very different from your typical way of life, but pregnancies with this severe of morning sickness... well, they often lead to miscarriage.  In about 85% of cases even the slightest stress can be a breaking point.  This stress isn't slight in the least bit, so if I were you, I would go home and take a nice warm bath and relax.  Killian will be just fine, but if you continue your ways, your child won't."  I was stunned.  If the slightest bit of stress caused 85% of miscarriages, then our child was practically dead already.  I didn't want to leave Killian, but I know he would tell me to if he was awake.  He would want me to try my best to keep the product of our love surviving.

"I'm sorry, Emma.  We will call you if we have any news on Killian.  Go home."  I nodded, still stunned.  I didn't know if I should walk or teleport, both left me quite tired.  Teleporting was faster though.  So I walked outside the hospital doors, and then teleported to my apartment.  I felt like I was in shock.  My fiancé and true love was... dying, and so was my child.  With a 15% chance of survival, I knew I had to lean on the worst.  The odds were never in my favor.  I walked to the bathroom and turned the water on for a bath.  I felt like I wasn't even in control of my body.  If my emotions were to take over my body, I'd be sobbing on the floor and drowning in my own tears, but I had to keep strong, for everyone.  I sat in the bath tub once it got full.  The warm water seemed to absorb some of my negative energy.  I kept my phone near me at all times for when Killian woke up.  Because he is going to wake up.  I couldn't hold it in any longer.  A single tear fell from my eye which seemed to open the flood gates because then I started bawling.  I curled up in the bathtub and let the water envelope me as I slowly went under.  After I stayed in the water so long it turned cold, I slowly got out and put a fluffy robe over my body.  I fell onto my bed as tears fell out of my eyes.  I wasn't exactly crying, but tears were still falling.  I heard a knock on my door.  I really wasn't in the mood for company.  Snow must've called Regina and told him to take Henry because he hadn't come to me yet.  I was sort of naked, but I did have a robe on.  I debated opening the door in my robe, but I didn't want to accidentally flash anyone. 

"Hang on."  I weakly stated.  I don't know if the person at the door heard me, but if it was important, they would wait.  I threw on some fluffy pajama pants and the first t-shirt I could find and slowly walked to the door, my hair still in a towel.  It was Snow and David and baby Neal.  I wasn't in the mood for company, especially not when all I was going to hear was Snow telling me to just keep hoping.

"I'm not really in the mood for company."  I knew I should feel some anger towards David because this entire thing was his fault, but over the sadness I felt in my heart, there was no place for anger.

"Emma, please.  We just wanted to make sure you're okay."  I turned around but left the door open so they could come in.

"Yes, I am just splendid.  My fiancé is not waking up and my child has a 15% chance of survival."  My voice cracked, and I broke down again, curling onto the couch.  I felt the weakness of love, but I would never abandon this love.  There was the fact that I was crying in front of my parents, but I didn't even care anymore.  I'd lost my pride and didn't even care.  Snow ran to me and put her hand on my shoulder.  I fell into her shoulder crying.  It felt kind of nice to have someone for a change.  It was comforting in a way I couldn't describe. 

"Shhhh... Don't worry Emma.  I promise you, everything will be perfect in time.  Regina offered to take Henry for the night."  I felt someone on my other side and knew that David had sat down on my other side.  I turned to him and looked at him.

"Emma, I can't even tell you how sorry I am.  I didn't mean to hurt him, I just had his crazy wave go over me.  I-"

"I'm not mad at you.  I don't have place in my heart for anger right now."  I leaned into him and he cradled my head in his embrace.  I sniffled and tried to clear my head and just assure myself that everything would be alright. 

"Mom, can you... stay with me tonight?  You don't have to if it's-"

"Of course, baby.  Always."  Their warm embraces reminded me what I never had as a child, but also what I had now.  A loving family, the perfect life. Well, not so much now, but yesterday it was perfect.  After an hour or so of just silence, David said he was going to take Neal back to their apartment.  I nodded and he left after hugging me once more.

"Emma, you need to eat.  What do you want?  I'll make you something to eat."  Snow stood up and walked into the kitchen.  I laid my head down on the couch, so I was in a horizontal ball. 

"I'm not hungry."  My eyes focused on my phone in front of me.  Silent and torturing. 

"Emmaa...  You need to eat.  For you and the baby."  The baby that probably wasn't going to survive.  That would've made me start crying again, except for the fact that I feel like I was out of tears.  My stress-filled nausea resurfaced, and I ran to the bathroom.  I dry heaved into the toilet.  I hadn't eaten anything, but I wasn't hungry.  Snow handed me a glass of water and rubbed my back.

"You're going to eat the biggest breakfast ever."  She wasn't making me eat, she understood.  I stood up after half an hour of dry heaving and she led me to the bedroom.  I crawled under the sheets and fluffy comforter despite the warm outdoor weather.  I just felt cold and powerless.  Even my magic, light and healing, couldn't heal Killian. 

"Goodnight, baby."  Snow kissed my head and I fell asleep immediately as the lights turned off.