Children of The Dark One: Rumbelle

Therapy

Rumple was laying on his stomach on a bed in the ER. Whale tried to stitch him up, but every time it burn he jerked away and shouted at the poor doctor.

I was leaning against the counter at the nurses station, cringing at him. He continued to snap at any nurse or doctor, or anyone who wanted to help.

Since his had to take off his shirt, all of his cutting marks, old and new, had been put on display. They called in dr. Hopper, who had tried to talk to him, but quickly decided it would be better if he just waited.

"He looks exposed, huh?" Emma had walked up next to me when I wasn't paying attention. "Physically and emotionally. Who knew Mr. Gold was a cutter."

"I did. Don't call him that." I told her, not taking my eyes off Rumple.

"Do you know how he got that cut on his back?" She asked me, taking her cop tone.

"Yeah. I do."

"Do you mind telling me?" She put her hands on her hips, cocking them.

"Taking out the trash."

"Huh?"

"There was glass in the bag. It cut him. It was an accident."

"Are you sure?"

I spun around to face her, "Yeah. I'm sure. I know him. He wouldn't do something like that to himself."

Rumple's PO

After dr. Whale got me stitched up, Marion handed me a navy shirt she had brought from home, and I was sent to a room. The room what white with two couches. Archie Hopper was sitting on one.

I snorted and turned around, "I don't think so."

Emma pushed me back in. "If you need anything Archie, I will be right outside." Then she slammed the door.

I turned around to face Archie. He smiled, "Would you like to take a seat Mr. Gold?"

I laughed, "No. I would not like to take a seat. I don't want to be here. I should be at home, working."

"You may not want this Mr. Gold, but you need this."

"I do not."

"How about the cutting. Would you like to tell me about that?" He asked.

"That is none of your business. You are trending on ground few have ever dared walk, and fewer have survived." I warned.

"Emma will help me if I need it."

"You really think Miss. Swan could stand against me. I don't know why everyone thinks that, but the fact is, she can't. I could kill you in a second anyway, and no one would know until they found the body rotting hung from the clock town." I started to pace, "That or I could take you out to my cabin, and we could have so real fun." I looked over at his, paler then usual face, "Would you like that Mr. Hopper?"

He swallowed and shook his head 'no'.

"Now, I'm leaving. Have a nice day doctor." Then I poofed home.