Hooked

Chapter 9

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I woke up to Smee slightly shaking my shoulder. When I opened my eyes, I saw three things: Hook was still fast asleep, it was still dark outside, and Smee had a grin plastered on his face. I was never going to hear the end of this.

“Miss Clara,” he cooed, “it’s time to change your bandages.”

I groaned and buried my head back into Hook’s chest, who still slept soundly.

“Come now, surely you don’t want to wake up and your bandages be nasty?” Smee started to move Hook’s arm from my waist.

“No!” I whisper yelled, “You’ll wake him.” Smee chuckled.

“My dear, the man can sleep a hurricane. He has before even!” I let out a small laugh. I relaxed, and again Smee tried to pull Hook’s arm away from my waist so that he could get to my bandages. Hook groaned, but stayed asleep. I was shocked when Hook put his arm back and said, “My Clara.”

Smee looked at his face with an amused looked, “He’s sleep talking.”

I smiled.

“I’ll give her right back, Capt’n,” Smee for the third time moved his arm. He also shifted his torso so that now Hook was flat on his back, “Now, lets see that wound,” Smee cut the bandages in a way that he could put them back, knowing that I would never sit up. 

“How does it look?” I asked curious.

“Well Miss, you’re almost healed enough that you can start walking around tomorrow,” I was shocked.

“This soon?! How?” Smee’s eyebrow rose.

“You didn’t ask Hook how long you were unconscious did you?”

I shook my head.

“Clara, you were out for a good four days.” 

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. I’ve gone five days without looking for my siblings!”

As if Smee had read my mind, he said, “Hook sent out search parties around the third day for your family. He used what you had told me about them. I told him he was looking for a twelve year old girl, a nine year old boy, and a five year old boy. They didn’t find anyone who fit those descriptions.”

I looked out the window. The only way for that to be possible is if Pan has them.

“No worries Miss Clara. All hope is not yet lost. For all we know they could’ve just been hiding from us. We’ll go again when you’re strong enough with you. After all based on what you told me, you all have Hook in your mind as this evil villain. Which he is, but he’d never hurt your family. They just don’t know that.”

My face softened. He’s right, Wendy and the boys would’ve been smart to hide from the pirates.

“Thank you, Smee,” I said quietly. He nodded as he finished taking off the bandage. 

“Won’t be needing this anymore,” He said as he held up the wrapping that goes around the actual bandages, “The wound has closed itself up enough, that you only need the actual bandage.”

I nodded. Smee placed Hook back into his old position and I snuggled back into him. Smee chuckled again, and started to walk out but stopped just before the door.

“He loves you y’know,” Smee said. I thought he was joking, he has to be, but his face and tone was dead serious.

“I doubt that,” I said trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach, “We only just met each other.” Smee smiled.

“Love doesn’t take long, Clara. Why else do you think he didn’t kill you when you landed on the deck like he was planning to?”

“But, h-he stabbed me,” I knew it was a childish defense, but it was the only one I could come up with.

“Clara, you didn’t see him while we were patching you up. He was pretty shook up. There was one point where you stopped breathing. I reached to revive you, but Hook beat me to it. he revived you, but al while beging you to stay alive and God. I’ve worked under Hook for a long time. Time stands still in Neverland, and in the past forty-seven years of service in Hook’s crew I had never seen that man cry until you stopped breathing. Even when his brother, Killian, dies twenty four years ago…the same day Pan took his hand, he didn’t shed a tear. Yes Hook was sad, don’t get me wrong. But he’s thick skinned. It was only when he thought he had lost you that he cried. Trust me my dear, he definitely has very strong feelings for you,” My jaw dropped as I found myself staring at Hook’s sleeping face, “Goodnight.”

He had never seen Hook cry? Hook had cried for me. I knew that. The tearstains on his face that first moment when I woke up were evident. Smee seemed to believe that Hook loved me…what if I loved him back. I tried to think. Then I realized: I needed to hear him say love after a question, needed to feel his skin tonight, I should be long gone after him stabbing me, but yet I’m still here, I love the smell of his shirts, I live to hear his laugh, I lost my breath when he winked at me…I trust him. I am in love with him.