Wendy woke up with her different parts of her body throbbing. She sat up carefully, nursing her headache. She felt as if she'd been sleeping for years, and had just arisen.
"Ah, my beauty, you've woken up," Hook said smiling sarcastically at her.
"It seems so," she said wearily.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, sitting down on the bed.
"Like the only thing I've ever known is how to sleep."
"I'm sure you know more than that," he said, and then taking her bandaged hand said, "You'll need to change these after your bath. I put them on, and I've too much to do to try again. You've brought the crew to their highest point of moral, I have to go and squeeze some of it out of them. After your bath I shall be back to question you about your motives last night."
Wendy was horrified to find the bandage that high up on her leg, glad she had been sleeping when he did this. But she had changed them herself and was rather proud of the outcome.
When Hook came back silently, he saw Wendy in the mirror patting the stomach of her dress looking at herself with a mixture of relief and disappointment.
"What are you doing?" he asked confused.
"Oh," she said turning to him, "Nothing."
She seemed slightly embarrassed but not enough to let him know she had been doing something he didn't want her to. Just something she didn't want him to know.
"Tell me," he said, sitting on the couch and motioned for her to sit next to him.
"It's nothing," she said sitting down.
He put his large hand on her stomach, "You aren't with child are you? You have given me a very different impression."
She gasped, horrified, "No! Of course not!"
He took his hand away, smiling, "Good. I don't want another man touching you."
She glared at him, "I don't want you touching me."
His smile became more pronounced, "We'll see Miss Darling."
"If you must know, I was just remembering when I had to… wear a corset."
Hook looked at her appalled, "That cage? Damndest thing to get off a whore," he stopped short, "So I've heard."
Wendy tried hiding a smile, moving her hair in front of her face but Hook caught on too quickly, "Oh no Miss Darling, I've been waiting for the sight of seeing you share a true smile," he moved her hair and tilted her chin, but she was pursing her lips to hide it, "I missed it. Well I won't let that happen again. The only smiles I've seen on you…" he thought a moment, "I don't believe I've seen you smile. Not even when you punched me, or when you killed the mermaid."
Her face became blank, "I didn't want to kill it."
"Well it's done now. Half my crew has fallen in love with you; I expect a mutiny on me any day now. Tell me Miss Darling, how did you escape?"
She shrugged, "I found a knife."
"That much is clear by the way you stabbed the thing. What possessed you to do such a thing?"
