He's An Arrangement

Hospitals Really Suck

I sat in a dull hospital with loud beeps but no conversations. Music blasted into my ears to numb the pain I felt. A hospital's blanket had been placed over my body by a friend, but I didn't look to see who. Some punk song about a breakup tried to destroy my eardrum. I'd love to see them write a song about my scenario. How fucking sad does your breakup look compared to this?

My poor, lovely Emma is in that goddamn, plain hospital room with doctors surrounding her. But I can't be in there. The rest of the world can, but I can't. When she requested female doctors, she didn't request no male friends. No me. 

David rubbed my back and Robin laid a blanket over my stone cold body, "Get some sleep, Killian. You've been up all night," Robin told me. The thing is, I'm not tired. I'll sleep when I see Emma, and she's okay. I'll sleep when I can be by her side and again and tell her I love her. Tell her she's safe now, and that this will never happen again.

I'm sure Emma doesn't want Ruby in there with her. Ruby and Regina, really? She barely fucking knows Regina. And I'm sure as hell Ruby's not helping her out. She'd want me in there. Or I'd be okay with David in there. But not Ruby and Regina. That's what the doctors thought would be best. And they weren't all just kidnapped. They're probably not even a good team, anyway, since it's Christmas.

Merry fucking Christmas.

"Just shut up, Robin," my words came out like knives aimed in his direction. Robin seemed hurt but quickly covered it up. I don't feel sorry. After that, no one spoke. Every so often, the secretary gave us awkward glances and asked if we wanted something to eat, maybe go down and get some breakfast. I didn't respond. I didn't speak.

Then, around nine in the morning, a police officer called for me, "Mr. Jones, you're needed for questioning."

I rubbed my eyes and pushed myself up from the chair. She didn't seem very awake either, and a yawn fell from her mouth. She mumbled a sorry and ushered me to follow her.

Liam grabbed ahold of my arm, "Don't say anything stupid, you'll talk with your lawyer tomorrow," he told me through a raspy voice. We both shared the same angriness. We're brothers, we both have short tempers and giant hearts. Hearts too big, at times. Too much emotion. Liam just knows how to control it, he's the big brother. That's what he's supposed to do. Emma thinks he doesn't care. False. He puts on an act. I don't play pretend like him. 

The officer led me into a quiet room with a foldable table and two chairs set up. A black mug with a small chip on the rim sat in the center of the table. The room was bright with open windows lining the back.

I rehearsed what I would say, over and over in my head. When she was with Neal, our relationship. How long had I known about his abuse? Too long. I should've ignored Emma and gone to the police. But then, would I have been betraying her? The woman's voice broke my concentration, "Have a seat, Mr. Jones," she sat down in a chair that creaked, it seemed to match the annoyance bubbling within me.

She started with her questions. All the ones I had been suspecting. I sipped my coffee, it was too sweet and too cold, but I drank it. It kissed my lips, soft and gentle, how I wish to kiss Emma. Our mouths connect in passion, but still amazingly perfect.

"Mr. Jones, please answer the question," she shuffled some papers together and got her pen ready, "How long has Ms. Swan been pregnant for?"

It took me a second, I cleared my throat and asked if there was anything stronger than coffee. She told me no, and to just give her an answer.

"I think there's been a misunderstanding, Ma'am," yes, that's it. Just a mixup. They must've had to run a test, and it was broken. Yes, it was broken. Oh god, what if she is? Evelyn's only going to be two months next week, I couldn't take care of two babies at once. I love Emma, but she's always said she's wanted to wait to have kids. Even with Evelyn, she stays away. She's not a kid person, and that's okay.