Stitches: Rumbelle

A Perfect stranger

625 words

How could Belle command him to leave. She said she would never give up on him, but it seemed she had.

What a lowly sight. The great Dark One hobbling down the road, powerless and alone.

He stopped about 100 yards from the town line and hung his tie from a tree. He had to know where the town line was if he ever planned on coming back, and he did.

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He checked in to a motel with the little money he had on him. It was a lowly little pace in need of a good dusting.

He took off his over coat and threw it on the bed, and headed to the bathroom.

He fell on the floor. His leg hurt. How could he go on like this. How could Belle have done this. He loved her. Didn't she love him?

He reached up to the razor on the counter and pulled it down. Rumple smashed it against the wall and it shattered. He picked up the blade and slid it across his arm. Blood flowed out like lava.

He let out a loud yell as the sudden pain, and panic filled him. What had he done. He crawled out the bathroom door and collapsed from the pain and loss of blood. As he blacked out he only hoped someone had heard him.

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Rumplestiltskin woke to a bright light. He was in a hospital. He quickly sat up. What had happened.

A woman walked over to him and put her hands on his shoulders pushing him back down. "It's ok. Just relax." Her voice was calming and touch gentle. So he lay back down.

"What happened?" He managed to whisper. He had no energy and felt week.

"Well," she began, "I was in the room next to yours. I heard a bang and then you screamed. I came over to check on you. The door was open a tad so a came in. You where laying on the floor bleeding everywhere. I called 911 and they brought you here to fix you up."

He looked down at his wrist. It had been stitched up. He was alive thanks to this, this woman. She looked about his age. She was beautiful, and had blonde hair.

"Here, you must be thirsty." She handed him a cup of water."Mr. Gold. It that right?"

He sat up to take a drink. "How do you know that?"

"The doctor told he. They found you driving license on you." She said in one of the kindest tones he'd ever heard.

"So, it appears I'm at a disadvantage. I still don't know your name."

She let out a pleasant laugh bet for replying, "Oh, I nearly forgot. I'm Marion."

"Marion." Her name was sweet in his mouth. What a kind name for such a kind lady.

She sat on the edge of the bed as he sad down his glass. "I know this isn't any of my business, but I was wondering what, um....."

"Why I was trying to kill my self?" He asked bluntly. So bluntly in fact that Marion nearly jumped. "I was abandoned by my wife. She no longer can deal with the darkness inside me."

He began to internally scold himself for spilling privet information with a perfect stranger when she spoke up, "I'm glad you told me." She smiled as she stood up and headed out the door. "Call me if you need anything."

She pointed to the scrap of paper with her number scribbled down on it that was on the table next to his bed.

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After lots of psychiatric tests and taking to therapists they let him go. He have been side tracked. Now it was time to go find Ursula.