Dear Emma, Love Killian. |COMPLETED|

Day 383 - Part 2

Dear Emma,

I'm writing this little letter to you just as your operation has been finished and I'm the room with you.

Doctor Whale came out the room, I immediately stood up, springing out my chair, running over asking a million questions.

Everyone else came to my side and told me to let him breathe before I so - called plundered him with my million and one questions.

Million and one?

More like a million and two.

He started speaking to us, telling us about the operation before stopping as I took yet another deep breath, my heart beat pumping through my chest, my insides.

Any where, you name it, and it was.

Then he told us.

It was successful Em.

I could've died on the spot just then, but I didn't and I was proud of myself.

You did it.

You did it Em.

You did it Swan.

You did it Emma.

Then, a celebration rippled through the room, but not too soon.

Doctor Whale said that there was a few complications with your heart, but, that's okay, that's okay because only a few?

That's okay?

Right?

Then, my words rippled in my throat, catching at the sides as I rubbed my head, until he spoke again.

He said that it was a high success and the cancer had gone.

The cancer had gone.

It wasn't there anymore.

He said that although there was a possibility it might come back, that this moment it wasn't generally likely.

Which is good.

You have a chance, we have chance.

We have a chance to finally be back with each other.

Finally.

Then, he asked us if we had anymore questions as he made his way to the door, ushering, what looked like a two minute call at a nurse at the insides of the room, and obviously, my insides exploded and I asked a million questions.

Oops?

I can't even remember the questions that I asked bloody Whale at that moment in time, but I assume it was a lot.

Regina looked shocked, but condensed that with a heavy eye roll, and your parents... Well, your parents, also seemed shocked, but you see they probably expected my ripple and then explosion of questions, because that's what makes me, me.

That's what fuels me.

Not Whale talking, but, hearing someone, anyone, thinking, or speaking positively about you, because I live for that.

I completely and utterly, live for that.

So, Doctor Whale answered, before patting me on the back, then he walked down the corridor.

Yeah, I know what your thinking.

WHALE PATTED ME ON THE BACK.

Yeah, that must've been his first sign of human contact since, well forever.

So, good for him? I guess.

But did it have to be with me?

Honestly?

Apparently.

Anyways, putting his obscure reaction behind us and let's just move on.

So, then, the Nurse and porter pulled your bed out the room, and just before they did, I went and stood, as soon as the red rolled out, u went and took your hand, gripping it as hard as I anticipated humanly was, before kissing your cheek.

You were so broken, yet so, so perfect.

Your skin pale as ever, but you were the apple of my eye, bringing tears to my eye as I saw you.

Your so perfect Swan.

So, so perfect.

What have I done to deserve you?

The doctors took you into the room, transferring you onto the bed, plugging the machines in, as your mother, father, me and Regina watched.

They all seemed trapped in a dream, more like a nightmare, but me?

I was far from that.

I had one question, one question in which I hoped I would have the guts to ask, but I didn't think I would, until the nurse asked about questions, and then I started.

I just wanted to know the same questions everyone else did, but they didn't dare to ask, for fear of loosing the last little hope inside of me, until your father asked me what was wrong and I piped up.

So, I asked it.

It wasn't that hard, but it wasn't that easy, as I was filled with dread Em.

When will you wake up?

Will you wake up?

Are you any closer to waking up?

The questions plundered out me in a stammer and yet I asked, as your father pulled me into a chair.

She said, the nurse, that it wasn't for certain and it was all touch and go at that point in time, and well, I lost it.

I started shouting, the hope dissapearing from me, the hope I thought I would collect, was all dissapearing.

All, all of it was dissapearing.

I dared to ask that question, and I didn't get the response I wanted, so I lost it.

I swore and shouted at the nurse, until Regina attempted to calm me, failing, as your mother came and knelt in front of me, on the wall I had taken hostage.

She reasurred me, and told me that I wouldn't loose hope and that we were all in it together, but, that didn't work as much as I hoped and deemed it would, for the lack of hope was still flourishing in me.

But, that was taken over by Regina.

She bought up the song I wrote for you, and reminded everyone of the fact that I was about to perform it.

So, that was a distraction, but was it a good one?

Really?

Anyways, I made up my excuse, the best I could in such a short mannerism of time, but it would have to do.

But, it failed.

I can't lie, so, that's why.

So, I'm going to end up performing it.

Wish me luck Swan, and I'll write back, after that momentous occasion.

Pray for me Swan.

I miss you, and I hope this keeps you as updated as you need to be in this short period of time I have.

Until my singing is over and I sit back with you,

Love Killian.