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***Emma's POV***
I don't know what happened. Everything seemed to be a blur. First Killian and I were in dad's truck... then I remember talking, looking at each other. Then we hit something (really big), the car flipped, I heard Killian scream my name and then the lights were out. That's all I remember.
Oh no... Killian! Where is he? Is he okay?
I slowly opened my eyes, but it was really sore, but I peeked out and saw that I was in a hospital gurney, and there were a lot of nurses and doctors everywhere.
Then she noticed Killian. He had blood on his face, but he looked really angry- wait, was he trying to convince the nurses that he was ok so he can come to me?
All of a sudden everything went blurry, then she closed her eyes once again.
***Hook's POV***
"Love, why do we have to go in one of these horseless carriages to go to Granny's?" I whined. Something I would do pretty often, but would make Emma laugh.
"Because we have to give the 'truck' back to my dad." She answered popping the "ck" in "truck". She looked at me for a few seconds, but those few seconds were enough time to make me remember how easy it is to get lost in her green eyes. How soft her lips were.
She looked back at me but this time longer. "Killian, I know this is probably not the best time to say this, but it was in my head for a long time, and I think I want to tell you it." She said alternating from looking at him, or to the road.
"And what's that?" I replied grinning goofily. If there was a contest for the biggest (and dashing) grin in the world, I am pretty sure I would win.
She looked at me again. "Killian Jones. I-" Emma said before there was a huge crashing noise, and the "car" hit something. Looked like a bigger car.
"EMMA!" I screamed, but the car started flipping, and that is all I could remember.
When I woke up, I heard really loud sirens. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that I saw Emma unconscious. Her head was on the wheel, and she had a lot of blood all over her. The car was upside down, so that made it hard to move. There was glass everywhere, especially on Emma. Why the bloody hell did it all have to go to Emma?!
I felt very weak, and suddenly I went unconscious again.
When I woke up, I saw myself in a bed that a lot of people were standing around. I wanted to pick myself up, but I felt really sore. Wait, where is Emma?! He growled to catch the nurses attention.
One of the nurses looked at him and grinned. She had short, straight hair. Her eyes were really big, and brown. Her face was a bit chubby, but good looking. "Oh, your up! Well, you are very lucky right now," Why was she smiling like she just got a million dollars? "all you have are a few scrapes and bruises, and you should be all fixed up! By the way, I am Jane." She said happily, then started to push the cart very slowly.
"Where the devil is Emma?! Take me to her right now!" I said standing up, ignoring the sharpness of the pain.
"Oh, excuse me sir, you can not stand up, I am afraid. And who is Emm- oh! That girl who was with you? She is across the room over there." She pointed to a large crowd, and a lot of doctors who were running with the bed. Inside was my gorgeous Emma. Except she was very pale, and bloody. Wait... bloody?! I have to get her!
He got up completely, and trying to get one step complete, but Jane blocked him. "Like I said, you can't stand up. Here, I will take you to your room."