AN: Ok so I had this really evil idea and was thinking about prompting someone else to write it but then thought what the hay I will just do it. So this will probably end up being really bad, especially since I am being lazy with grammar, but I needed to see it happen. You might have already guessed what will happen by the title but oh well. Also it takes place in Season 3 episode 14 "The Tower" during the part when Emma and Killian are walking through the woods looking for the Wicked Witch's hideout.
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time or its characters in any way. After reading this story, you will probably be glad I don't.
Emma and Killian were out walking in the woods looking for clues as to where the Wicked Witch was hiding. Killian shook a branch filled with holly berries with his hook.
"You'll look for any excuse to use that thing won't you?" Emma said with a sigh. Suddenly they heard a loud screech from up above. They both looked up just in time to see a flying monkey swoop down on them.
Killian yanked his sword out and Emma grabbed her gun, but before they could do anything the monkey tackled Emma. Killian desperately looked for an opening to kill the monkey, but it and Emma were rolling around too fast for him to stab at it without taking the risk of hurting Emma. Suddenly, Emma let out a loud screech of pain. That did it for him. With a yell of fury he jumped onto the monkey's back and stabbed it in the neck with his hook. The monkey screamed and jumped off of Emma to go after Killian, but before he got close Killian stabbed it in the chest with his sword. It disintegrated with a cloud of gold dust. Killian quickly ran over to where Emma was curled up on the ground. She was moaning with pain and cradling her left hand between her chest and knees.
"Emma, love, let me help. Let me see your hand." Killian knelt down beside her and saw what had happened immediately. Her hand was chewed up and was dangling from her arm with no life in it. Her wrist was broken clean in half about two inches below her hand, and was just hanging on by the thin bits of muscle. In a daze of shock Killian picked up Emma and started carrying her towards town.
"Don't worry darling, I'll get you to the hospital. You're going to be alright." Killian was walking as fast as he could without jostling Emma too much. Her hand wasn't bleeding as much as it would have if it had been a clean slice wound, but there was still blood coming out at a rate that couldn't have been good.
As soon as he got back to where Emma's yellow bug was parked, Killian gently placed her in the passenger seat, buckled her in, arranged her wounded hand in the most comfortable position while still making it rest above her heart to stem the blood flow a bit, and got in the driver's seat. He had never driven a car before but figured now was as good a time as any to learn. He started the engine and pressed the pedal. When the car didn't move but the engine revved, he realized that before driving Emma would always pull on a little lever beside the wheel. He tried that, and thankfully it did the trick. He pulled out from the side of the road and started driving down the road as fast as he could without crashing. He must have been driving by pure adrenaline and instinct because they made it back to town without any incidents. When he got to the hospital, he pulled Emma out of the car and took her inside the emergency entrance. She had been moaning in pain the whole trip and had been drifting in and out of consciousness. When the nurses saw her they rushed a bed over and Killian put her down on it. While two nurses rushed her off to the surgery room one stayed behind to talk to Killian and to figure out what happened. The whole time Killian couldn't even think about what was happening. He answered all of the questions but all the while his mind was somewhere else. Gods, please let her be ok. Please let them be able to save it.
After the nurse left to call Mary Margret and David, Killian sank down into a chair. All he could think about was what would happen if they couldn't save her hand. He desperately wished that they would be able to save it, but after seeing the condition it was in he knew it probably wasn't possible. He knew how hard it had been to learn to do things with one hand, how much pain there had been in the first few months, how hard it was in his mind to deal with that kind of loss. But at least he had another thing to think about. Milah. He at least was able to keep his mind on avenging her, as well as his hand, and that helped take his mind off of the loss. But Emma didn't have that. All she had to blame was a now-dead flying monkey, and perhaps the Wicked Witch, but they still didn't even know who the Witch was. On top of all that, Killian had 300 years to adjust to being one-handed, and Emma would have to get used to it in a much shorter period of time because of the Witch problem. Killian let out a quiet sob as he put his head in his hand. He was faintly aware of Mary Margret and David rushing into the room, desperately looking for any trace of their daughter, any trace that she was ok. They were asking him questions, but all he heard and saw were images of Emma, lying there moaning, grasping her left forearm in deep agony, tears of pain streaming down her face.
