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Mini fic: “See you later”Part one|Part two|Part three
Part four:"You can already see him, miss"The aforementioned smiled at the nurse. It was about bloody time!The blonde had to give up her party night only to stay with him.She had to. The poor boy had lost consciousness and, instead of helping her to locate a family member so someone could watch over him, he kept calling her “Emma”. Anyway, she owed ​​him: he had been kind to her when she was hurt, so she would return the favor. "How is him?" Asked the blonde. "He just has a broken rib, will be fine. His brain does not damage" said the nurse, knowing the next thing she really wanted to ask. The blonde was disconcerted. Although she knew it was a question of common sense that a blow to the ribs didn’t have to be related to memory problems, what had said that blue eyed boy was a bit creepy: he was so convinced of that…For him, she was Emma Swan. She wanted to insist with the issue but thought better and preferred to forget about it. Perhaps it was a reflection or trauma…there will be some medical term she didn’t know. She thanked the nurse for information and went to the door where the patient was. She gently knocked before entering. Seeing him, she gave a soft exhale of relief. One thing was what nurses said and another thing altogether is to make sure he was okay by simply looking at him. She smiled."Hi, beautiful" greeted him "…so, it was true that you were here""Well, I didn’t know who to call and I was hesitate to leave you alone" admitted the blonde "How do you feel?" He smiled slightly when he saw the concern in her eyes. "Well, you don’t see me screaming in pain like before." Laughs with some courtesy "Ouch, that hurts" mutters touching the area of ​​pain. "You’ve broken a rib. It’s normal""Thank you" whispered him "For bringing me here, staying…I must tell you that you look good, Emma. The door that you have chosen was not a very good choice but everything is to be with you. It was worth it" The girl blinked. "Excuse me, why do you keep calling me that? That’s not my name" Killian had to hide his disappointment. "Of course it’s your name. Enchanted Forest? The beanstalk we climbed? Storybrooke?" The girl shook slowly, suspiciously."You are confused. Must be another girl" She mutters with an uncomfortable smile "You are…" "No, Emma, no." he cut. He raised his eyebrows and stared at her, as if he could convince her that way. "Your name is Emma Swan, for twenty-eight years you’ve been alone until, I dare to say, you found me…We’ve been through a lot together. And…" he kept thinking about details, more evidences to convince her that he wasn’t mistaken "I have a red scarf. It’s yours…We decided to come together here, don’t you see?" said, frustrated.For every word he vomited, she was more sure he’d lost his mind. And, by her gaze, he realized that he was losing the battle. He was sinking and that hurt him. How was it possible she does not remember him? "I…I love you" said, shyly. Not only because he really felt but it also had the hope that it would help her change her mind "And I know you love me. I’ve seen that look before…please, say you remember it. Say it, Em" The blonde had given a winced to realize that, of all that he had said one thing was certain: "I don’t know where the hell you get I’ve been alone for twenty-eight years…but don’t follow me anymore. You scare me. You’re crazy" "Because I tell the truth?""I’ll call a doctor. They have to return to watch your brain" "No, Emma, no""My name is not Emma!" she snapped, exasperated. "And I don’t" she remarked "love you"He was speechless, looking pained. He swallowed to remove the ball of anguish that had suddenly stuck in his throat. That girl looked at him with fear and suspicion. He saw the depths of her eyes that she really thought he was wrong on the roof.Where was that woman who looked at him adoringly before stepping on that place? The girl who felt comfortable and safe with his presence and vice versa? "No, do not go" said when he sees her making a move to leave. " Em…At least tell me your name" "Why? To follow me like crazy? No, thank you. Get well" she said, before leaving the room. Frustrated, he saw how escaped the love of his life. But Killian Jones wasn’t a man who gave up. He liked challenges, especially if it was related with difficult women. He will find a way to make her remember. But…how? She was his…It was clear from the beginning. Suddenly, he came a doubt. What if he had gone mad? What if the girl was right? A nurse went over there to check him. He took the opportunity, he had to get to Emma. So he began to be a little smoothie with the nurse, before going straight to the point."Do you know the lady who came to see me?" Finally asked. The nurse nodded. "I want to report her, she stole something" lied. "Do you know her name?" The nurse looked at him gravely. "Really? I’m so sorry, sir. I’ll check the list of visits" said, turning to the folder that hung from the patient’s bed "I think this will not help much, sir, no name here. Only E. Jones" Killian took a deep breath, satisfied. He breathed while ignoring the rib pain. That simple detail made ​​him happy. Very happy. "Believe me. Don’t know how much it helps me. Thank you, m’lady"
To be continued…
Uploading this before going to my premiere. I’ll be back like in seven hours or sort of.  *crossing my fingers*I’m glad you like the story, I’m really thankful for the messages. Muá!

Mini fic: “See you later
Part one|Part two|Part three


Part four:

"You can already see him, miss"
The aforementioned smiled at the nurse. It was about bloody time!
The blonde had to give up her party night only to stay with him.
She had to. The poor boy had lost consciousness and, instead of helping her to locate a family member so someone could watch over him, he kept calling her “Emma”.
Anyway, she owed ​​him: he had been kind to her when she was hurt, so she would return the favor.
"How is him?" Asked the blonde.
"He just has a broken rib, will be fine. His brain does not damage" said the nurse, knowing the next thing she really wanted to ask.
The blonde was disconcerted. Although she knew it was a question of common sense that a blow to the ribs didn’t have to be related to memory problems, what had said that blue eyed boy was a bit creepy: he was so convinced of that…
For him, she was Emma Swan.
She wanted to insist with the issue but thought better and preferred to forget about it.
Perhaps it was a reflection or trauma…there will be some medical term she didn’t know.
She thanked the nurse for information and went to the door where the patient was. She gently knocked before entering.
Seeing him, she gave a soft exhale of relief. One thing was what nurses said and another thing altogether is to make sure he was okay by simply looking at him.
She smiled.
"Hi, beautiful" greeted him "…so, it was true that you were here"
"Well, I didn’t know who to call and I was hesitate to leave you alone" admitted the blonde "How do you feel?"
He smiled slightly when he saw the concern in her eyes.
"Well, you don’t see me screaming in pain like before." Laughs with some courtesy "Ouch, that hurts" mutters touching the area of ​​pain.
"You’ve broken a rib. It’s normal"
"Thank you" whispered him "For bringing me here, staying…I must tell you that you look good, Emma. The door that you have chosen was not a very good choice but everything is to be with you. It was worth it"
The girl blinked.
"Excuse me, why do you keep calling me that? That’s not my name"
Killian had to hide his disappointment.
"Of course it’s your name. Enchanted Forest? The beanstalk we climbed? Storybrooke?"
The girl shook slowly, suspiciously.
"You are confused. Must be another girl" She mutters with an uncomfortable smile "You are…"
"No, Emma, no." he cut. He raised his eyebrows and stared at her, as if he could convince her that way. "Your name is Emma Swan, for twenty-eight years you’ve been alone until, I dare to say, you found me…We’ve been through a lot together. And…" he kept thinking about details, more evidences to convince her that he wasn’t mistaken "I have a red scarf. It’s yours…We decided to come together here, don’t you see?" said, frustrated.
For every word he vomited, she was more sure he’d lost his mind.
And, by her gaze, he realized that he was losing the battle. He was sinking and that hurt him.
How was it possible she does not remember him?
"I…I love you" said, shyly. Not only because he really felt but it also had the hope that it would help her change her mind "And I know you love me. I’ve seen that look before…please, say you remember it. Say it, Em"
The blonde had given a winced to realize that, of all that he had said one thing was certain:
"I don’t know where the hell you get I’ve been alone for twenty-eight years…but don’t follow me anymore. You scare me. You’re crazy"
"Because I tell the truth?"
"I’ll call a doctor. They have to return to watch your brain"
"No, Emma, no"
"My name is not Emma!" she snapped, exasperated. "And I don’t" she remarked "love you"
He was speechless, looking pained. He swallowed to remove the ball of anguish that had suddenly stuck in his throat. That girl looked at him with fear and suspicion. He saw the depths of her eyes that she really thought he was wrong on the roof.
Where was that woman who looked at him adoringly before stepping on that place? The girl who felt comfortable and safe with his presence and vice versa?
"No, do not go" said when he sees her making a move to leave. " Em…At least tell me your name"
"Why? To follow me like crazy? No, thank you. Get well" she said, before leaving the room.
Frustrated, he saw how escaped the love of his life. But Killian Jones wasn’t a man who gave up. He liked challenges, especially if it was related with difficult women.
He will find a way to make her remember. But…how?
She was his…It was clear from the beginning.
Suddenly, he came a doubt. What if he had gone mad? What if the girl was right?
A nurse went over there to check him. He took the opportunity, he had to get to Emma. So he began to be a little smoothie with the nurse, before going straight to the point.
"Do you know the lady who came to see me?" Finally asked. The nurse nodded. "I want to report her, she stole something" lied. "Do you know her name?"
The nurse looked at him gravely.
"Really? I’m so sorry, sir. I’ll check the list of visits" said, turning to the folder that hung from the patient’s bed "I think this will not help much, sir, no name here. Only E. Jones"
Killian took a deep breath, satisfied. He breathed while ignoring the rib pain.
That simple detail made ​​him happy. Very happy.
"Believe me. Don’t know how much it helps me. Thank you, m’lady"



To be continued…


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I’m glad you like the story, I’m really thankful for the messages.
Muá!

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