The Truth About Emma Swan - COMPLETED BUT UNDER EDITING

Part 42-Emergency

The fly in the helicopter felt like it went on and on forever.

I could only see what was above me and a couple of blurs of Killian and my Mum's face, towering above me, occasionally stroking my hair, telling me everything would be okay.

It didn't feel like it was going to be okay. Nothing felt the way it would usually. I didn't feel happy about finally coming home and seeing everyone again. I didn't feel happy about getting back home into my warm comfy bed, cuddling up close with Killian and Henry. I had a feeling of regret and up most sadness, infiltrating through my bones, making me cry a single drop of everlasting tears once in a while.

Everytime a tear dropped of my face, I could see a hand wiping it away, once again trying to tell me it would be okay again.

I could her Killian's soothing voice, his hand gestures, but most importantly, I could feel his presence by the side of me and his hand, touching my stomach, just above where my cut was.

I felt like the whole world had stopped for me, nothing else mattered. I felt okay for a couple of minutes until my throat went dry and I found myself gasping for slow, deep suttle breaths.

I couldn't breathe. I was trying my hardest to regain my composure but nothing I did helped me, nothing anyone could do helped me.

I only shut my eyes for a second, and I found myself being trapped in a blanket of dark.