Killian's pov
The light was bright. I saw some shadows.
Slowly my vision became more clear.
"Emma?" I asked, as I saw the blond curls appear in front of me.
She didn't say anything, instead she just hugged me.
I wanted to hug her back so bad, but I was to tired to move.
"Miss, you need to give him space." I heard a man with an Italian accent say.
"Ow, Yes of course" she said laughing. I could now see her face clearly.
She grabbed my hand as she sat down on the bed that I was laying in.
"Where are we? What happened?" I asked quietly. I was too weak to speak up a bit more, and I hated it. I hated being weak...
"Our plane crashed, you were in a coma for 2 months.." She said.
Suddendly I remembered everything.
"The kids.. Are they okay?" I asked quickly. I was so ashamed that I had forgotten that I was a father. The dream seemed so real.
"They are fine. Maria was hurt but she's okay now, I am just glad you are too."
I smiled at her.
"What can I say, I am a surviver" she chuckled a little.
"Can I see them?" I asked. I trusted Emma When she said that they were okay, but I needed to see for myself.
Emma looked at one of the docters, silently asking if it was okay, and he nodded.
"I'll go get them." She said with a smile.
After a few minutes my two kids came running into the room and jumped onto my bed. I was a little more awake than a few minutes ago, so I was acctually able to hug them back.
"We missed you daddy!" Maria said.
I smiled at her, but when I pulled away from the hug I noticed something that I hadn't noticed before. My smile faded.
My left hand was missing. Emma caught me staring at where my hand was supposed to be.
"You were unconcious and your hand was stuck. Turns out it was crushed, and they had to amputate it." She grabbed my other hand.
"Hey, look at me." She said.
I did as she said.
"It's gonna be fine, we'll figure something out"
I gave her a small smile and hugged her. God, it felt good to have her in my arms again, after this two month long dream....
