We Sailed Away

A Miracle Is Needed

"Will she be okay?" I ask with tears threatening to fall.

"I don't know, but we are doing everything in our power to make sure she gets through this." He says reassuringly.

"Thank you."

"Okay, now we need to talk about your injuries." He grabs a chart sitting on the counter behind him. "You had three broken ribs, one broken leg, and your left hand was crushed to pieces to the point where we had no choice but to amputate it." He sighs.

I look down to what used to be my left hand, but no hand was to be found.
I try to sit up, but it's no use. The pain is to much, but nothing compared to the pain of fear I have for Emma.

"When will we be able to leave?" I ask looking back up at him.

"There's no telling at the moment. We just have to wait and see how your recovery goes. It could be two days to two months. It just depends on how everything heals, and if there are any difficulties."

"What are Emma's injuries?" I ask scared for what he might say.

"I'm not supposed to say this, but-" he stops. "Don't tell anyone or I might loose my job." He whispers. I nod my head.
"Miss. Swan, has endured heavy brain rattling, and several broken bones. When the truck smashed into your car, the window shattered sending several pieces into Miss. Swan. Nothing extremely important was hit, but it still took a toll on her heart. She lost lots of blood from the impact itself, and now she has internal bleeding, that we think we can stop, but it might take some time.
I truly believe that she will pull through, but don't get your hopes up. It's going to take a miracle to save her." He gets up and leaves the room.

I sit there shocked, as silent tears fall down my face. A nurse comes in and grabs something on the counter.
"Do you want to call anyone?" She asks handing me a phone.
I take the phone and dial Mary Margaret's number.
It rings a few times before she picks up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mary it's Killian."

"Hey, Killian, how are you?"

"Emma and I are in the hospital."

"What!? What happened!? Are you two okay? What hospital are you in?"

"We're in Lenox Hill Hospital. I'm fine, but... but Emma isn't."

"What's wrong?"

"Please just get down here as fast as you can."

"We'll be there as soon as possible."

"Thank you."

"Call us if anything changes."

"I will."

"She's going to be fine, Killian. I have hope, and you need to too."

"How can you have hope?"

"Because I believe in Emma. And I Know her. She will pull though, not because of me, or herself, but because of you."

"Me?"

"Yes, she would never leave you all alone. She loves you more than I have ever seen her love somebody. The she smiles at you, the way she kisses you, and the way she looks at you. I have never seen those looks on her face before, and no matter how hard I tried, I could never make her happy as much as you. You mean everything to her, if she lost you she would loose herself. So please, Killian don't loose hope in her. Believe in her like she believes in you."

"Thank You, Mary."

"You're welcome."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

I hang up and dial Regina's number.

"Hello?"

"Regina, it's me."

"Killian, it's been awhile."

"Yeah, look Emma and I are in the hospital.

"Are you okay? What happened?"

"We we're driving to dinner, and a truck smashed into us.
That About all I remember, everything else is fuzzy."

"What hospital?"

"Lenox Hill."

"I will be there as soon as I can."

"Thank you, Regina."

"Is Emma okay?"

"No... No she's not."

"Everything is going to be okay. I promise."

"I hope so."

"See you soon."

"Bye."

I lay my head back on the pillow and stare at the ceiling. Memories of Emma and I flood my mind. Every single moment we spent together fills my head.
Her smile, laugh, talk, walk, eyes, and every little detail about her. I memorized it all. The moment I first herd her voice, over the blaring music of my bar. Once I herd it, everything stopped. I didn't hear anything else, I didn't see anything but her. Our first date. I remember every single second of it. Her dress, hair, makeup. I haven't forgotten a thing. The way her skin reflected the moonlight on our walks in Central Park.
Emma chose me. Why? She could have had anyone she wanted, but yet she chose me. I'm not special, important, or even talented, but for a reason unknown, she chose me.