Chapter: 11

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Hook's POV

I hear the deck of the ship creek from above. Someone's here. I grab out my sword and open the door. I gently close it behind me and walk down the hall. I see someone standing near my desk. I stand around the corner and once they're close enough I pin them to the wall with my sword's blade against their throat. Wait, Its mother superior.

"Please don't hurt me." She pleads. I let her go and put my sword back into its holder.

"Follow me, Emma's this way." I say. Finally she can get home. I walk back to Emma's room with mother superior following me. Once we enter she looks at Emma.

"What happened." She asks.

"I'll tell you later, can you heal her?" I ask. She waves her wand over Emma.

"Did it work?" I ask.

"No, something must be wrong. What hurt her?"

"My mother attacked her with a sword. Are you saying it was poisoned?" I feel my heart drop.

"Yes, she can heal though, She needs to heal naturally. This is strong magic. Can you carry her?" I nod and pull the blankets off of Emma. I pick her up bridal style and mother superior puts her hand on my shoulder.





Within seconds we're in the hospital lobby. The woman at the front desk glances at Emma and presses a button.

"We need a stretcher in the lobby." She says. People run down the hall wheeling a stretcher over to us. They stop in front of me and I carefully set Emma down on the streacher. Doctor whale gives me a warm smile.

"We'll take care of her don't worry." He says and wheels her down to one of the rooms. I run my fingers through my hair. She better wake up soon. David walks in through the automatic doors of the hospital and one word goes through my head. Shit. He grabs me by the shirt and pushes me against the wall.

"What the hell happened to my daughter?" He says obviously furious.

"My mother stabbed her, I tried to stop her."

"Obviously not hard enough!"

"I tried my bloody best mate!"

"If you did she wouldn't be in a fucking hospital now would she?" He spits. Snow comes over and pulls him away.

"David, yelling at him wont make Emma better. Besides, we don't know the whole story." She says.

David glares at me and sighs.

"If she dies I'll kill you." He threatens.

"Aye, I can count on it." I sigh.











Hours pass and Dr. Whale comes over to us.

"Her family can now visit her." He says. I walk over to the hallway and Dr. Whale stops me.

"Family only." He says.

"I am family."

"Oh please, you're her boyfriend. You'll be able to see her soon enough." I sigh and David walks past me. Snow walks over to me.

"I'll tell you how she is." She says with a warm smile.

"Aye, thank you." She walks to the room and I sit in one of the hospital chairs. I shouldn't have left, I should have listened to Emma. I rub my eyes and sigh. A half an hour passes and I feel someone's hand touch my shoulder and I look up to see Snow.

"I just talked to the doctor, you can go in now, by the way she hasn't woken up yet." She says.

"Thank you." I stand up and almost run to Emma's room.

Her rooms on the left side of the hall and I walk in to her room and her bed is on the left side of the room. I walk over to the left side of her bed. She lays there quietly, and relaxed. I hold her hand and look at her. Please wake up Swan.

I sit in the chair next to her bed remembering everything we've done together, everything we've been through and faced together. Then by the side of the bed I see the brown, frayed story book and can't help it pick it up and go to the page that has a picture of us dancing. I never forget how I felt in that moment, I was the happiest man alive, the way we slowly swayed and even though the room was filled with people the only person I could see was her, that crimson dress, her blonde hair pulled up neatly in a bun, and her beautiful, sculpted face. The first moment I know she was meant for me, the first proper moment where I knew I loved her. That page brought tears to my eyes, what if she dies and I never get to hold her again. All those times we'd sit on the couch watching Pirates of the Caribbean, or when we'd sit on the bench on the board walk, she'd just sit there and smile. I could stare at that smile for hours. What if this was all my fault and I wasn't strong enough to save her. This happiness could all be ripped away in a second, I don't think I could stand to lose her. It's my fault that she went to that damned island, Its my fault that she is like this. At that moment tears flow from my eyes and I see Henry walk into the room probably looking for his book, I stand up run my fingers through her long blonde locks and kiss her gently on the lips, trying not to think that this could be the last time I do that. I take a deep breath and wipe my tears away with the heel of my palm.

"Hook w-what happened? Is she ok?" Henry asks. How am I supposed to tell the boy that his mother is in a coma and might die. I look over at Henry and immediately look at the ground. I cant look him in the eye. This is my doing, my fault.

"Your mother, she got attacked with a poisoned sword and-" I pause. "She's badly hurt and magic cant heal her. She hasn't woken up yet." I say with a sniffle. Henry stands by the door frozen in place.

"H-how?" He stutters.I bite my lip and continue staring at the ground. He runs to the other side of the bed and looks at Emma.

"I'm sorry." I say. I let go of Emma's hand and walk out of the room. I walk down the hall and leave through the back doors of the hospital. Once I'm outside I lean on a light post next to the door. The bitter cold air bites at my nose and snowflakes trickle down from the sky. Tears tear and claw at my throat and my breathing becomes unsteady. I close my eyes tightly and feel tears trail down my face. I bite my lip to keep it from quivering. I hear the door open next to me and see David walk out. He looks over to me and leans on the wall next to the poll. With a deep breath, I use my sleeve to wipe my tears away. "If you came here to yell at me or to beat me up just get it over with." I say. He sighs and looks at the ground.

"You did try, didn't you?" He asks.

"Aye." I say with a sniffle. We just stand there in silence. I walk past David and he grabs my arm.

"H-Killian, I'm sorry."

"Me too." I say and walk inside.

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