Let's Sail Away, Love

Chapter 7: Twice in One Night

Killian immediately noticed what the man had done. He picked up her sword and drove it straight through him. He collapsed then Killian ran outside to see Emma unconscious with many pieces of glass in her. She was bleeding very badly.

"Emma? Love, can you hear me?" he asked caressing her face. When she didn't respond, he called out to his crew holding Emma in his arms. They headed straight to the ship. It was a long walk but he ran the whole trail, Hook's crew was trotting behind them. Some were sober enough to understand the situation, others were drunk as hell and laughing their heads off about some nonsense.

When Hook reached his ship, there was no hesitation to take her to his cabin. He did struggle in finding a proper position to lay her. Hook decided to lay her on the only side she wasn't bleeding from: her back.

Killian carefully took out each piece of glass. She only had 4 major cuts, others were just scratches. He took out his rum and some rags. Emma was bleeding badly from her right side and thigh, also from her left shoulder and the center of her stomach. He started from her thigh.

"Emma, love, if you can hear me this is going to sting." Hook tried again to wake her but instead continued to heal her wounds. Killian took a dagger, the same one he cut the ropes with, and cut her tan pants enough to see the cut. He stared at her open leg for a second, and then he poured rum on the rag and placed it on the cut, applying pressure. Hook did this to her shoulder too.

Every few seconds he would look at her face. Her beautiful face, which now had mild cuts on her forehead, cheek and chin. Hook moved his hand over her cheek and wiped away some blood dripping down with his thumb. His face showed sadness and guilt. He wished he could've stopped the man from doing what he did. That damned man was probably dead, thanks to Hook.

When Killian came to her midway he was hesitant. Killian knew if she was awake she wouldn't want him to see her like that but it was to help her so he did it anyways. He pulled up her shirt only to the middle of her ribcage. Killian careful not to reveal her brazier although he was tempted to. The cut on her side was not too deep but her stomach's was bad, extremely.

As he set the rum covered rag on her flat stomach, Emma was coming to, "Ahhh," she winced. Hook looked at her like he has never seen the light of the day, and she was his sun. The smile on his face soon disappeared when her face showed the pain she was feeling.

"What the hell? What is that?" she screamed.

"Rum." He tried to respond as calmly. Emma was in so much pain she didn't realize the coldness in his response. Hook didn't want to fall for another woman he had to steal to have. He shut down his emotions while she spoke.

"What happened?" Emma tried to touch her head but Hook moved her hand back down.

"A man in the bar pushed you through a window." Again he said this coldly.

"The one who thought I was your- a wench?" she asked fixing her words.

"No, a different man, a dead man." These words came out harsh as he was remembering the moment when he saw his swan- Emma thrown like a doll.

"Did...I..."

"No," he interrupted. "I did."

Emma was still lying down, eyes open taking in the pain that the rum caused. She was horrified but she also felt something she's never felt before.

"Why?" she asked softly almost not wanting the answer.

Hook thought his words out carefully but he instantly regretted his words, "Because he could have killed you, Emma." When he said this he had his back to her. Hook was looking for a long thin rag to wrap around her.

Emma was speechless. She knew what she felt before: hope. Hope that a pirate could love a princess and even more hope that she could feel the same.

"Love?" he asked.

"What?"

"I said I need you...to sit up." His words shook her a bit but she struggled to obey. He noticed and put his hand on the small of her back. She shuddered at his touch but he helped. He wrapped the rag around her and looped it but couldn't manage the knot.

Emma put her hands on his hand and helped him for once. Killian looked in her eyes for a brief moment before standing. She was a bit disappointed at his reaction to her taking a shot in the dark. Hook took another rum soaked rag to her forehead making her swear. He chuckled at her words.

"Why did you save me again? In the same night?" she asked begging for his attention.

"I've grown to be very fond of you, Swan." He smirked.

Emma smiled but grew confused, "What?"

"Emma Swan, the name you told the man in the bar. I have been meaning to ask how you came up with such a beautiful name."

"I don't know, it was the first thing I thought of."

"Well, the name suits it owner." He said still working on her shoulder. Emma noticed something dripping down his vest. Blood? Is he bleeding? She thought. She subconsciously extended her hand to find out for herself. He jumped at her touch. Emma hadn't met his eyes but he was staring at her intensely.

Emma was right it was blood. Concerned that he had not noticed while attending her wounds, she started to unbutton his leather vest. She focused on opening up his vest and shirt to see the wound but he stopped her, "What are you doing, love?"

"You're...chest. It's bleeding. Let me help."

Hook looked down at his chest, "What? No, Swan, it's fine."

Emma stood up and sat him on the bed. He saw her wince at her own movement but she continued on.

"No, it's not." She took the rum and a clean rag. She motioned for him to lay down, he obeyed and she continued to unbutton his black blood soaked shirt. He watched as she opened it up and revealed a deep slash on his chest. His open bare chest made her get distracted her from the task at hand. Emma's reaction made Killian smirk and move his hand and hook behind his head. She rolled her eyes and instead of soaking the rag in rum, she poured the rum directly on his wound.

"Arhhhh, damn that hurts." He leaned forward in pain but Emma pushed him back down on the bed slightly laughing. She cleaned it up with the rag, sewed it and wrapped it up.

"There. All done." She said feeling quite proud.

Killian stood up, "Thank you, Emma."

"You're welcome, Killian." They were looking straight in each other's eyes. 'I've grown quite fond of you, Swan.' Repeated in her mind. He was leaning forward and she leaned in completely crashing her lips on hers. He ran his hand through her hair, down her back and with both arms pulled her tighter to him. She snaked her arms around his neck.

Killian loved this kiss, he wanted to bring her body over the bed and- no he couldn't. He couldn't love someone again, not her. His heart and his mind were telling him a million different things. Killian decided to do something he hasn't done in 300 years: open his heart. He kept kissing Emma, as passionately as he could.

Emma was enjoying the kiss as much as he was. She was surprised he hadn't pulled away immediately. The longer the kiss was, the more her heart was falling for Killian.

"Ahh," Emma cringed in pain ending their loving kiss.

"Emma, are you alright? Did I hurt you?" he asked examining her all over.

"I'm okay, I'm fine my head just hurts. That's all." She leaned in again but he pulled back the second her lips touched his, "What?"

"Nothing, love, you need your rest." He walked to the door. Before he left, he looked at her. Killian had love, loss and hurt in his eyes. The door closing also closed Emma's heart for the night. She sat on the bed.

Did he not want to kiss me again? He did before, but was it love or lust that made him do it? Emma lay on the bed wondering as she drifted off to sleep.