Emma opened her eyes, and squinted in the light of the clock that was facing her. 3:19 am. She rolled over and found Killian's sleeping face next to her. Smiling softly, she felt a strange burning sensation at the back of her throat, that could only mean one thing. Slowly, as not to wake Killian, she pushed her self up into a sitting position, and slid out from underneath the covers. With a sense of urgency, she padded across the carpeted room, to the bathroom.
She shut the door quietly, and flipped the light on. Falling to her knees in front of the toilet, she heaved violently. Sputtering a bit, she leaned over the toilet, coughed forcibly, and threw up.
When she finished, she leaned back against the wall, breathing heavy, shaky, uneven breaths. There was a knock at the door, and Emma jumped.
A soft reply came from the other side of the door. "Hey love? Are you okay?"
Emma smiled weakly. "Uh-huh..." She mumbled.
Killian opened the door slowly, wincing slightly at the stench in the bathroom. He stooped down in front of her, and she stared at his shirtless chest. She watched him, as he stood, grabbed a wash cloth off the counter, and wet it in the sink. He bent back over and dabbed at her mouth with the towel.
"Are you sure?"
Emma nodded, and Killian scooped her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style. As he walked back to the bed, Emma rested her head on his warm chest, burying her face into his neck. He placed her gently in the bed, and tucked her back in. He walked back to the bathroom to clean up. Emma watched the bathroom door and after a bit, he shut the light off and came back in.
"I'm going to go get you some water..."
Emma mumbled something in acknowledgement, and Killian left the room. He came back with a glass of cool water, and another damp washcloth. After forcing her to sit up and drink some water, she laid back down, and he placed the cool washcloth on her forehead.
Killian walked around to his side of the bed, and climbed back in. He pulled her close, and held her until her breathing evened out, signifying that she had fallen asleep. It was only after he knew Emma was soundly asleep, that Killian could think of sleep himself.
But he couldn't sleep. Killian's mind was reeling. He thought a lot about the small box in his nightstand. The small box that hopefully held his future. The small box that he worried he'd never have the chance to open.
He also thought about what may have caused Emma to become sick. Certainly it wasn't food poisoning, for he and the lad would be sick as well. Perhaps it was just a quick bug, Henry brought things home from school all the time.
One thought raced across Killian's mind, but he brushed off. The same thought kept returning, and each time, he would try to brush it off. Each time though, it became much more difficult to push it away.
Killian muttered under his breath. "Bloody hell, Swan..."
And with that, he knew he was in for a restless night. He pulled Emma even closer, and attempted to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Four's A Crowd
ФанфикKillian and Emma's lives are about to change drastically. But is it for better or for worse?
