The Princess and The Pirate

Dying

Emma's POV

I down another shot and chuckle. "So then the baby vomited on you?" I ask. Mary-Margaret snorts. 

"Yes and that was only the start of my problems that day." she exclaimed. Me and Mary-Margaret had been ranting to each other all night. It turns out we both had a lot of problems and a lot in common. We had really bonded over our problems. 

"Don't get me started on how many bad days I've had. It's probably in the millions." I exclaim. She chuckles. 

"I know exactly what you mean. I completely understand." she says. I smile at her. Turns out I really like Mary-Margaret. She's actually really funny. I shake my head. 

"What?" she asks. "I just never thought we'd be friends." 

"I know." We smile at each other and Mary-Margaret squeezes my hand. I guess I've finally got my first sane, real friend. My phone starts to ring. I get it out and frown as I realise that the hospital is calling me. Why are they calling me? 

Emma: Hello?

Hospital: Hello, are you Emma Swan?

Emma: Yes. May I ask why you're calling me?

Hospital: I'm afraid I have some bad news. We believe that your roommate, Killian Jones, has tried to end his own life.

I hang up the call and I'm filled with dread. I start to sob. "Oh my god, Emma, are you okay?" 

"Killian's in the hospital." I cry. Mary-Margaret gasps and then places her hand on my back. I could lose him. I'm not ready for that. I can't lose him. I'm falling in love with him. And now he's gone. I think about his sea-blue eyes so full of life and happiness. That would all be gone. I cur up on my chair and put my head in my legs. I can't do this. Whenever I was broken, Killian would be there to pick me up. But now I'm losing him. And now I have no idea what to do. 

"Come on, let's go." she says, pulling me up. "What? Where are we going?" I ask sadly. 

"The hospital." 

"No. No. No. No way! I can't." 

"Emma, you have to." I squeeze my eyes shut and nod. Mary-Margaret drives us to the hospital. We walk to the reception desk. 

"What room is Killian Jones in?" I ask. The receptionist looks up from their desk and raises their eyebrows. 

"Are you family?" she asks. 

"No." 

"Then you can't see him." 

"We're roommates." I shout. The receptionist purses her lips. 

"Someone's got an attitude problem." she snaps. 

"Yeah because my roommate is in the hospital." I shout. She rolls her eyes. "He's in room 128." I run towards the room, still cursing that stupid receptionist. I see Doctor Whale exiting the room Killian is in. 

"Is Killian okay? Is he going to survive?" I shout. 

"I don't know." 

"You don't know? What do you mean you don't know? It's pretty simple. Either say yes or no." I shout. 

"Emma." Mary-Margaret says, placing a hand on my shoulder. 

"But it's not simple. He swallowed a lot of sea water and he was done there for too long. But he still has a heartbeat and lots of brain activity. So really we can't tell at this point." Doctor Whale explains. I squeeze my eyes shut to try and stop myself from crying. But crying is all I want to do. I just want to curl up in a dark room under a big, fluffy blanket and cry. Because this is too hard and it's too much. "Can I see him?"