Hooked

Chapter 8

I woke up to a bright morning sun through the window. My nostrils were filled with Hook’s musky scent, but when I looked around he was on the other side of the room. He was pacing, and twisting his hook. Suddenly he took it off of his wrist and threw it across the room. He sat down in a chair and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked exhausted. I realized then, that I was not in my own bed, but in Hook’s. I wiggled around a little, only to have my side complain in pain. I grunted, and Hook looked towards me.

“What happened?” I asked groggily. I knew what happened, but I wanted to see what Hook would say. He walked towards me and sat on the edge of the bed.

“When we were arguing, I…I accidentally stabbed you with my hook,” he said hoarsely. When I got a closer look at his face, I noticed that he had tear stains on his face. My eyes widened in surprise, “God, I’m so sorry.”

“I…” I started, but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know what to think. Here is a man of whom I thought was my friend, who I thought there could be something…but then I find myself being almost fatally hurt by his hand, well hook.

“Forgive me,” Hook whispered and my head shot up, “Please Clara, forgive me.”

Why is he asking for forgiveness? He’s a pirate. He said himself that he’s killed many men and women before. He didn’t seem to cut up about them, so why is he asking for my forgiveness?

“I don’t know,” I breathed out at last. Hurt crossed Hook’s face, “I mean I have to think about it.”

His face softened a little bit. He nodded, and cleared his throat.

“Are you hungry?” He asked. I was honestly a little disappointed when I didn’t hear a love, or a darling, or something after that. I had grown so used to hearing it…

“Yes, a little,” I replied meekly. 

“What would you like?” Again, no love, or darling, or dear, or hell I’d even settle for girlie.

“Apples, bread and milk?” I asked solemnly. Hook nodded and walked out of the room. 

Once he left I lifted my hand up to cover my face. That’s when I realized I wasn’t wearing my red blouse. My shirt was now black, and a little oversized for me. The sleeves went down past my hands. As the sleeve passed over my nose, I could prominently smell Hook. Hold on…I was wearing his shirt! He had put me in one of his shirts?! Without thinking, I pulled up the collar and buried myself in the scent. God, it was lovely. I sunk down deep into the mattress and engulfed myself in his essence.

My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening to reveal Hook carrying a tray with food on it. I tried to sit up, but when I did my side screamed in pain. I winced. Hook flinched as he came to help me. The look on his face told me that he was torturing himself on the inside. He slipped his right arm under my shoulders, and used his hookless left arm to steady my waist. Finally he got me sitting up, and he helped me eat my food.

The day went by slowly. Every couple of hours, Smee would come in and change my bandages. Around noon he asked if I wanted to change shirts, but I said no a little too quickly. It resulted in him giving me a smirk that said, “Oh I see you want to keep fantasizing about the Captain.” If I could’ve hit him I would’ve.

At last, evening came. Hook walked into the bedroom after staying away for most of the day. I guess he thought I’d want to be alone. A chill ran down my spine because of the cold night air.

“Do I need to move?” I asked once Hook had taken off his shirt and hook. He had put it back on to be in front of the crew.

“No, I don’t want to move you. It’ll be better if you stay in one place for a couple of days,” he said and gave me a sad smile. It felt like a gust of wind came through and I shivered.

“It’s really cold tonight,” I said and tried to wrap the covers around me for warmth. 

“It’s probably because of all the blood…all the blood you’ve lost,” Hook said and shook his head, “And it is rather chilly tonight. Would you like another blanket?”

“No, I don’t think that would help,” I said and thought of something. It was terrible, but I needed to touch him, “Maybe the warmth of another body would help.”

Hook’s eyes widened as his gaze shot towards me. His eyes searched mine as if he were trying to see if I was testing him, “We-we can try.”

He walked over, pulled back the covers, and crawled in. He helped me to turn on my side and I wrapped my arm around his waist, and he wrapped his around mine. I was now using his right arm as my pillow. Oh God he was warm. I snuggled up into his chest, and I heard him let out a sigh of …relief almost.

“Forgive me love,” he breathed out. Yes, yes, he said love. I fell asleep to softness of his breathing, and him whispering “Forgive me,” in my ear.