Once Upon A Drabble

A is for Ankle

Ankle

Emma didn't know how she'd done it. One minute, she was furiously chasing Will Scarlett through the woods, and the next she was gritting her teeth on the floor, trying to not to whimper at the pain shooting up her leg. She bit her tongue, trying to stop tears from pricking her eyes. Emma Swan was tough. Emma Swan didn't cry at a black eyes and bruises, and she certainly wouldn't start now.

She fumbled with her phone, clumsily hitting the dial button.

"Everything alright, love?"

Emma almost laughed with relief and hysteria.

10 minutes later, two men came running through the trees towards her. "Emma!"

The dark haired figure broke away from his friend, his blue eyes etched with worry. Emma swallowed and offered a feeble smile,"I think I've twisted my ankle." She tried to move her leg, but instantly regretted it and groaned.

"Don't worry, Emma," David said, appearing behind Hook,"We'll get you outta here."

While David spoke rapidly on the phone to the ambulance, Emma leant quietly against her pirate's chest. Hook smiled and gently kissed her on the forehead:"Don't worry, Swan, I will always find you."