Killian's Pov
I need to get to her. I need to get to my Emma.

I force my eyes open, and sit up even through every muscle in my body throbs.

My skull pounds and my head rushes, going a thousand miles per hour.

The nurses immediately try to shove me back down on the gurney, but I shove them off ignoring the pain.

"Sir. Relax. You are seriously injured," one nurse tries to pin me back down to the bed.

"My wife," I gasp, finally realizing how dry my throat is.

"Sir. Your wife I'm sure has been alerted and is on her way now. I'm sure someone has taken care of that," she says.

I force my way past her, standing up. I immediately feel dizzy. I clutch the edge of the stretcher to keep my balance. The world around me twists and turns in every possible direction.

"Security," the nurse yells.

"No. Please," I beg, "My wife is in labor. I need to be there for her."

The nurse forces me to sit down, "Sir you can be there, when you're healed. Right now you are internally bleeding."

"No. I don't care. I'm not going to let her be alone," I fight against the nurse, pushing her out of the way, stumbling down the hallway.

Two guards run down the hallway. The security.

"Sir we must ask you to please sit back down," one of the guards replies.

I just keep walking toward the delivery room.

"Sir," one of the guards grabs my arm.

I shake him off.

They try to grab at me again.

I punch the first guard, knocking him to the floor, adrenaline rushing through every vein in my body. The pain is starting to fade from the heightened senses in my body. The only buzzing that hasn't faded, is the ringing of Emma's screams in my head.

The second guard comes barreling towards me, he wraps his arms around me, but I force him off of me kicking him in the gut. I probably look like I should be a psych patient, but I don't care. It's Emma that is what matters.

The nurse screeches in the background. I walk back grabbing the nurses arm, "Emma Swan? What room is she in?"

"Room 28. Delivery ward," she says afraid.

"Thank you," I say quickly before turning around and racing down the hallway to Emma.

I race through the hallways, the white lights blurring past me, singeing my vision, but I push further.

I make it to the maternity ward, but as I look at the room numbers, the writing becomes fuzzy and I can't make the numbers out.

I lean against the wall. The weight of the pain returning crushing me. The adrenaline seems to have worn off and I feel hopeless again.

I collapse against the wall, my vision almost nonexistent and my head ricocheting against my skull. My ears are ringing.

I'm not going to make it. Everything is dragging me underneath the surface. Air is slowly getting sucked out of my lungs.

"Emma," I croak, collapsed on the ground.

I feel weak and like a disappointment. There are so many promises I am breaking lying on this hospital floor unmoving, almost unconscious.

Emma please forgive me, I beg through what's left of my brain power. What will I ever be able to do to make up for leaving her alone.

I said I would be there for her. I said I would not let her do this alone. And yet here I am a miserable heap of a man, with my wife in the exact position I vowed to never let her face.

"Just stay with me. Hold me. Because We don't know how many more times we may get to do this as a family," my mind flashes back to the conversation I had with Emma awhile back.

In this moment of fragility I think of her.

"Hey, don't say that. We... both of you are going to be okay. I'm going to make sure of it," I remember encouraging her through both of our uncertainties.

"But how can you be sure... how," she said.

"No none of that. A year from now we are going to be right here just like this. Nothing is going to happen to you. You will get to meet our daughter and we will grow old together. Okay?" I remember telling this to her as the memory plays through my head.

What am I doing? She is in pain, giving birth to my daughter and yet here I lay on the cold hospital floor only yards from her. How dare I give up when she is the most important thing in my life?

I groan as I force my reluctant body to my feet. The dizziness and nausea increase ten fold, but I push onward.

I shake my head, trying to get my vision to clear up. It hardly does anything, but it does just enough that I can make out the fuzzy numbers.

21 is the door I stand next to. Emma's door is only 7 more down. I can do this. I can be strong.

I stagger across the hallway, leaning against the wall for support. My feet drag across the tile floor as I manage to walk one more step each time I tell myself to give up.

22.

23.

24.

25.

26.

27.

It feels like the home stretch from here on. I stumble a painful twelve more steps, when I reach for the handle and put all my weight on it.

I almost come collapsing down when my weight on the handle forces the door open and it swings to the other side of the room. My fingers slip off the doorknob and I almost cry at the sight I see.

It's like a light shining at the end of a tunnel. My vision immediately comes clearly into view and every pain in my body seems to disappear.

"Killian," Emma whispers, unsure and shocked, probably by my beaten up appearance.

But none of that matters to me at this moment. All I see is her. All I feel is her. No pain. No more dreary hospital walls. Just her. She is my adrenaline.

"Killian. How?" Emma asks.

David turns away from his daughter's hand and stares at me.

"You didn't think that I was going to miss this, did you?" I chuckle against my bruised ribs painfully.

She lets out a relieved breath, tears coming to her eyes.

I walk over to her as David moves out of the way.

"Oh, Killian. What happened to you?" She cries.

"Nothing I can't handle," I say, bringing her hand to my cheek.

"But how?" She asks.

"It doesn't matter. All that matters is that I'm here and I will always be here," I kiss her palm.

David nods to me, before walking out of the room, giving us some privacy.

"Let me fix you up then," she raises her hand to use her magic, but the black cuff blocks it and a contraction hits her.

"Dammit," she screams.

I chuckle.

I grab her hand, letting her ease the pain. As soon as it subsides, she sighs.

"It's okay love. All that matters right now is you giving birth to our beautiful daughter. You can fix me after, but right now," I kiss her cheek, "You need to focus on her. I have survived worse battle wounds."

"Killian..." she starts to protest, but another contraction hits her.

I let her grip my hand tightly as the pain rocks though her.

"Fine," she gasps, as the pain fades.

Dr. Whales walks in moments later, "Well Emma lets check on how dilated you are? Hello Hook. The nurses told me you managed to escape. Now let's take care of your wife, so we can take care of you," he pulls on some latex gloves.

I sit Emma up slightly, as I wrap my arm further around her.

"Look like we are pretty close to delivering. Emma after the next contraction starts I want you to start pushing," Whale instructs.

Emma nods, through her sweaty brow.

Seconds later the pain hits.

"Okay Emma," Dr. Whale says.

"You got this Emma," I whisper into her ear.

All of Emma's muscles contract as she pushes. She lets out an earth shattering scream, crushing my hands.

And the first contraction fades.

"That's it. Again," Whale says.

Emma takes a few shallow breaths, before the second one hits.

Emma grits her teeth, her nails digging into my palm.

"Here we go. I see the head," Whale calls.

"There we go love. Our daughter is almost here," I nuzzle my head against hers as the second one goes away.

Another contraction runs through her body and she puts all her energy into delivering her child, before almost utterly collapsing against the hospital bed.

"One more push, Emma," the doctor says.

"I can't," Emma shakes her head, "I can't do this. I can't be a mother. I can't give birth to this child. I'm not ready," she rambles.

"Emma you are the strongest, most loving, kindest, and bravest woman I know. If anyone is more deserving and ready to have this child, it's you. You can do this. I know you can. Just one more push and our daughter is here," I brush my hand through her hair.

She nods taking a deep breath before pushing as the last contraction barrels through her.

Cries echo across the small hospital room. Emma slumps against me exhausted.

"You did it love. I'm so proud of you," I kiss the top of her head.

Emma sighs, but turns to me, "Now let's get you fixed up. If you wouldn't mind," Emma holds her hand out to me.

I use my hook and remove the cuff from Emma's wrist.

She waves her hand over me and my wounds slowly disappear. I gasp as the pain goes away.

Emma smiles when all of my injuries are gone, "Better."

"Much," I respond, about to kiss her when Whale brings over a small little thing in a small pink blanket.

"Ready to meet your daughter?" Whale asks.

Emma holds her hand to her mouth, on the verge of tears. She nods.

Whale brings the baby towards Emma. I move out from under her, as she takes the small child in her arms.

"I am going to go get some things for the child, and give you two some time alone," he says.

"Hey baby," Emma cries as she holds the bundle in her arms.

"Killian," she looks over to me.

I smile brightly glancing at my wife and my child for the first time.

"I know love. We did it," I hold back my own tears.

I lean in, kissing Emma.

She kisses back, but then I pull back and hover over my wife and baby.

"It's your momma and you daddy, baby girl. You're so beautiful," Emma says.

"She's got your hair," I say brushing my hand on the child's small head, with little strands of blonde hair across it.

"And your eyes," Emma smiles as the small thing yawns and then opens her ocean blue eyes.

"Aye. I can't believe we are here right now," I say.

"I know. Me too. We have been through a lot, haven't we," she smiles at me, taking my hook, "Want to hold her?"

"Love, my hook," I say, but she twists it off, letting it fall on the hospital bed.

She hands the child to me, letting it's head rest on my arm.

I let out a relieved sigh I didn't know I was holding. Maybe I can do this, be a father.

And for the first time in my life, I guess I haven' screwed up everything. This child in my arms is proof, my hope, that a villain can have a happy ending. Not all is lost. Everything is going to be okay.

I glance down at my gorgeous child, when loud beeping fills the room.

The child starts to cry.

"Shhhh," I try to soothe the baby, "Emma."

I look up to her.

Her chest heaves violently up and down, before it collapses and her breathing stops.

"Emma," I scream, wanting to grab her, hold her, do anything, but my arms are occupied by the screaming child.

The heart monitor lets out a steady one stream beep, that rings in my ears.

"Somebody help," I yell.

Nurses and doctors race into the room.

"Code blue," one of them talks into a pager.

"What's happening?" I ask.

Nobody gives me an answer. Instead I see Doctor Whale drag in a set of defibrillators.

"Get him out of here," Doctor Whale yells over anyone, "And someone take the child."

My whole world spins and comes crashing in a matter of seconds.

"177 bpm. She flatlined," one of the nurses says, as they drag me out.

So...  I am going to be murdered. Hahaha! 😂

Okay I know I suck, but if you want to go through and reread it there are a lot of hints at this ending. So I'm sorry?

Anyways so I know I am terrible and this is an awful cliffhanger, but don't worry there will be a sequel.

But there are only two more chapters left in this book. What do you think is going to happen? Theories? Comments? Death threats? I take it all.

Hope you liked this chapter. Or at least hated my for it and not just hated my writing.

You guys are awesome.

Hopefully I will update soon, so some things can start to make sense.

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