He's An Arrangement

Hospitals Suck

"He's going to live, Emma," David smiled sincerely, curling his arm around me tightly. He stroked my hair, bringing the blanket up tighter.

I nodded, shifting uncomfortably on the hospital couch, "I know, he's strong," I felt my eyes close, flickering lightly.

Mary Margaret sat on the other side of David, snoring lightly. Ruby was asleep with Mulan on the couch beside us. David and I continually whispered, every so often scouring the hospital for coffee.

Killian is in surgery right now. Thankfully, the bullet hadn't gone in too deep because of how close Neal had shot it, and his horrible aim.

Yes, I know, not the time to make snarky remarks, but my assholeness still stands out, no matter the situation.

Milah is on her way, she's on an emergency, last minute flight to see him.

Neal has been caught. He's in a holding cell until trial.

I gave the officer his goddamn report.

Now, I sit here, in the silence, feeling alone, even though I'm surrounded by people. It's that silence that makes you want to fall into someone's arms. That silence that makes me realize how lonely I am. I have no one. The only person I have is Killian. There's a chance he won't make it through. There are so many damn chances he won't make it through. I can't deal with that. I can't. I won't make it through this if I don't have him.

I want Killian.

Please.

It's late. We've been here forever, it feels like. Hospital food sucks. Hospital coffee sucks. The fucking smell of the hospital sucks.

The sound of sneakers down the hall fell through the hospital, making the secretary grimace, "People are sleeping!" She yelled, louder than the sneakers themselves.

"My apologies!" Screamed back a thick, Irish accent as he rounded the corner. Liam. I forgot he was coming.

He grabbed a chair, scooting it in front of me, "Is he okay? What's going on?" Liam whispered to me with annoyance.

David sat up, "You are?".

"I'm Killian's brother," he grunted, "Now, where's my brother? What the hell happened, Emma?"

I nodded, "He's in surgery, calm down."

"Okay, alright, I need to calm down," he breathed heavily, and with his eyes closed, a single tear dropped from his eye.

"I should've been nicer to him. He'll die hating me."

"He's not going to die," David said forcefully, standing up and pacing the floor, "He won't... he can't die."

Liam nudged my knee, and I took the cue to stand up and follow David, "Hey, are you okay?" I asked. I'm not the best at comforting people, especially when I'm distressed myself.

He shook his head, "No. I'm not. Killian's been there for me since I was little. I should've been their for him, now. He called me on the way to meet you. I didn't answer."

David let out a cry, "Let me just... go outside, please," he pushed past me towards a back door. I ran after him, "Alone, Emma. I want to go alone."

I stopped, allowing him to go. See, sometimes alone is the worst feeling, sometimes it's the best. For David, a person constantly surrounded by love, alone is a peaceful feeling.

"Who shot him?" Liam asked. I turned, looking back at him. His face was stained with tears, and his eyes red and watery.

I sat back in my seat, "My ex. He was chasing me, with a gun. I texted Killian, and he was there around the same time Neal caught up to me. That's when he jumped in front of the gun," My breath choked, and I let out a muffled cry.