The Truth About Emma Swan - COMPLETED BUT UNDER EDITING

Part 78 - Hope

"Breathe Killian, take a deep breath before it kills you." David tapped my shoulder as Snow pulled me into a tight hug. "She'll be okay, you know she will, you know she'll get through this." She tilted my head up and I nodded as she looked around the room. "And this time, there's a whole support room around you, everyone's here with you and for you." She ushered to Regina who was sat in the chair at the other side of me, in a formal, upright pose, clicking her heels and drinking a drink from the machine in which she had grabbed a while before hand.

"Exactly, listen to her, for once I'll admit she's right. Everything will be fine, in fact everything will be great and you don't need to worry about any of it at all." She smiled at me and passed over a coffee of the table. "You look like you need something strong and I don't think they permit rum." She nudged my shoulder as I greatfully nodded my head back. "On the other hand about rum..." David kicked his feet over the chair and looked at me. "I may have came over a secret stash in the hospital room, WHICH I had to hide from the lady who cleans the room and say it was for a party." He laughed to himself as I gulped and laughed too.

"Oh that...right. Let's just say I may have forgotten to hide that?" I pulled at the collar at my neck and looked at the ground. "Oops...?" A laugh echoed through the room, as Regina finaled the conversation. "And what hiding skills the pirate has he realises to himself as he laughs at his beverage stack." She played with her nails as everyone laughed once again, as I sighed a sigh of relief, happy for everyone being within my company.

The support flowing through the room like an invitation of hope, even through the hardest of days, the darkest of hours, hope. Just that, nothing else, nothing more, but that was all that was needed. Hope in it's simplest form. Just hope.

Dr Whale's POV:

Countless operations and yet I hope this one is successful. And well if it isn't, I'll have a very angry pirate and a group rambling at me so it better go well.

Emma's condition cannot get much worse than it is at this point of time, she's in a coma, with what seems like a heart defect and she has been for over a year. The team and staff do everything for her, but, as much as I hate to say it, if she doesn't wake up soon, we will most likely have no choice but to stop the medication and machines.

Nevertheless, until this point of time, we will keep working hard and make sure, one day, some how, she'll be back with her family and that's as much as we can all do.

They just need hope.

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David's POV:

For the entirety of the rest of the operation, we all sat talking to each other, right until the moment that Dr Whale came out, taking off his surgical scrubs and his mask. "What happened?! Is she okay?! Was it successful?! Is she okay?!" Killian was the first to spring up in his chair just purely by the sight of him, practically running towards him, his energy high and his hope at high levels aswell. "Killian at least let Whale breathe before you plunder him with a million and one questions okay?" We all stood up aswell, making our way over as Snow placed a hand on his shoulder, in an attempt to calm him down as Whale spoke.

"The operation was..." He stopped speaking and looked around and I watched as Killian took a large intake of breath. "Successful." A sigh and celebration erupted through the room but not too soon. "There was a few complications with her heart and her breathing," a lump of air got trapped in my throat. Come on, come on, please be okay please, please please. "But," Whale continued to speak, keeping his calm and regulated tone as the words rippled through his throat, "the operation was overall at a high success." He stepped closer. "The cancer has gone, yes, there is a possibility it might come back, but this far in, that is highly unlikely." He took of his last glove before standing towards the door, ushering a nurse as what seemed a two minute call. "Now, any more questions?"

I shook my head and looked over at Regina and Snow who also shook there heads, however, Killian erupted at that point in time, the questions overflowing his mind. "Is she okay? Will there be any other operations? Can I sleep in the bed with her now? Does she need any extra help?" He stopped talking and looked around the room before asking his last question, a tremble in his tone as he rubbed his stubble. "W...When will she wake up...?" Snow patted his back as Dr Whale answered the waterfall of questions. "She will be, not a the moment no, but we can't be sure, yes, if your careful, and yes, she'll need extra help." He leveled his eye contact and scratched his head. "We aren't able to tell at the moment," he leveled his eye contact with Killian, "but we hope so, we really hope so." He smiled a condensing smile before patting Killian's back, nodding and walking down the corridor.

"Killian, she'll be fine, you know she will be, she'll be awake soon." I turned my head to look at Killian, but he was already walking over to the operating room doors. And watched as he took Emma's hand, as soon as the bed rolled out, gripping it as hard as he could as he kissed her cheek.

Walking back to the room, hand in hand, hook in hook.

If I ever saw the love upon a man's face, it was that in Killian's. Not only in his face, but flowing through his veins, pushing him on.