Open Wounds | Captain Swan

26. Winds of Winter

"Bloody hell, Swan." He breathed, kneeling beside his passed-out fiancé as waves of concern kept hitting him over and over again. "Come on, wake up." He begged her, his hand cupping her cheek as his other hand was already reaching for his phone.

He knew he should remain calm, that panicking was in no way helpful right now, but his brain had other plans. Everything was happening so fast he lost track of time and realized his sub consciousness must've taken over because he could hardly remember anything that had happened during those dreadful moments.

He didn't even realize he was panting and his hands were trembling like a leaf until the woman who had forwarded his emergency told him everything would be fine, in an (useless) attempt to appease him.

The woman, whose name turned out to be Maggie, was soon getting on his nerves. Without a second thought, he pressed the red button on his screen, ending the call. He didn't care if it was against any stupid rules that said he wasn't allowed to do such a thing, his mind was already crammed with all kinds of issues all the room he had free he needed to worry about Emma.

Isn't it weird that people are always complaining about how their minds are chockfull with stuff, but the average population only uses about a tenth of their brain power.

Anyway, he had no idea how much time there was between hanging up the phone and the arrival of the ambulance, the only thing he knew that is was one of the most excruciating things he had ever experienced.

When he heard indistinct sound of the siren behind he instantly felt relief hurtling over him, but concern soon took over again. As the noise slowly became louder and more audible he felt more nervous with every passing second.

"Watch over mommy for me, will you?" He told their dogs, who had joined him whilst he had called for help.

Dragon had attempted to wake her by licking her face in a sloppy way, but his efforts were in vain. She was still lying on the grass, unconscious.

Ghost barked briefly, but loudly. It was as if he wanted to tell Killian he should go, that they would protect Emma.

He rushed through the house, still surprised how he was managing to function properly with the love of his life passed out in their backyard. He nearly tripped over diverse toys as he ran through their home, but succeeded to arrive at the front door without encountering any injuries.

The ambulance was just pulling up when he exited their house. Two paramedics were already halfway out of the car, probably on their way to stretcher and other medical equipment they would need while the other shut off the engine.

"Where's the patient?" Killian, who wasn't paying attention to anything but Emma, snapped out of his trance and moved his eyes from the grass to the paramedic's swiftly.

"In the backyard."

One of the paramedics was overloading him with tons of questions as they rushed through the house. He hated it, but he knew the answers he provided them could only help with Emma's recovery, if that was even a possibility at all.

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"Killi-" She couldn't even finish saying his name and she was already throwing up in the cardboard bowl that was placed on the table.

Killian's eyes fluttered open quickly and he immediately shot up when his eyes landed on Emma. His vision was still slightly blurry his brain was still converting from sleeping-mode to a fully-awake-mode.

He hopped onto the bed with one knee quickly. He gathered her golden hair in his hands, pulling it up safely, to protect it from getting dirty.

Which, wasn't the most important thing right now, but he was sure what else he could do than that, and rub her back gently.