Stay With Me

K

She picked up the phone. Her heart was beating a million miles an hour.

"Hello?" She waited impatiently for the person on the other line of the phone.

"Emma, we have some news. I won't be suspenseful or anything, and I won't sugarcoat it." At that, Emma's heart dropped.

"Oh... Well, let's hear it." Her voice cracked on the last word.

"Killian has had a sudden spike in brain activity, that usually means that the patient is going to wake up. But in half of the cases, when patients wake up, they either wake up and stay awake, or they wake up and have a sudden brain hemorage, causing them... eternal sleep. If I were you, I'd come to hospital as soon as possible." Emma nodded, but then realized the woman couldn't hear her nod.

"Yes, of course. Thank you." Emma felt butterflies in her stomach. She had that feeling, the feeling that he would get better. Unlike when she knew he would get worse, this time it was a positive and uplifting spirit. A spirit she hadn't felt since he had been out. She grabbed her jacket and ran out the door, no makeup and hair barely brushed. Seeing Emma drive through town smiling towards the hospital, people started cheering up. They thought they actually might get their savior back. Emma quickly parked at the hospital and ran through the doors. She ran to Killian's room. The monitor that usually beat slow and sparsely now was at a normal rate. Killian still looked pretty crappy, but better than prior times. She ran to his bed and sat beside him. Emma grabbed his hand and kissed it, her warmth radiating onto his cold, still hands. His finger twitched, Emma was sure of it. Her smile grew and her eyes glowed a radiant green. She was more animate now than all of her in the past two months at all. Killian made a small groan and his eyes squinted open. Emma could imagine the harsh lights after being in darkness for two months She went and flicked one of the light switches off, so only the bedside lamp was on.

"Sw- Swan?" Emma laughed and then tears poured down her face as she grabbed Killian's hand.

"Yeah, it's me." His hand stroked her face and wiped away some of the many tears.

"I'm sorry, Swan." He grabbed her hand and kissed it. She couldn't control herself, she had gone too long without the sound of his accent and the touch of his hands, well, hand. He kept his bad arm under the blanket, Emma thought it was out of shame.

"Give me your arm, Killian." He held out his hand for her and she grinned at him with a stubborn look in her eyes.

"Swan, you don't want to see the bad parts of me. They're shameful." Emma pulled his arm from under the blankets and kissed the spot where his hand should've been.

"Killian, when will you understand that I love every part of you- good or bad." Emma had her hand around his arm and his hand. His eyes were anywhere but Emma's.

"Look at me, K." His gaze hesitantly met hers, "I love you, Killian Jones." He smiled lightly.

"And I love you, Emma Swan." Then his face lit up, "How is the baby?" As if on cue, Emma felt a kick in her stomach. She quickly brought Killian's hand to it. His face lit up brighter than she had ever seen before. Then she could almost swear she saw some dampness in his eyes, but he will never admit it.

"That- that's our child. We made that. Emma, I couldn't think of a better life." Emma snickered.

"How about one where your fiance's father doesn't put you in a coma for two months?" His face dropped and Emma immediately regretted what she had said. He didn't know that he had been out for two months.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tell you like that... I-"

"Emma. I left you for that long? I could never survive for that long without you. I can't believe I put you through that pain. I'm so sorry, love. I- I can't even fathom my thoughts without you. I did hear you though. I don't know how long, but I would drift in and out of conversations. But I was trapped; trapped by my own body. I heard you talking when I was first pronounced in a coma. Emma, I love you so much. I can't even describe with words. I-" Emma cut him off with a passionate kiss. His lips were dry and cracked but she didn't care. It was filled with the deepest kind of love there was. To Emma, it felt like it was more than true love. A kiss that had to make up for two months of lost time. They were both hesitant to pull back, but they needed air. Their foreheads were together and they shared the air around them.