A/N: I’m sorry T-T
"Swan, Swan please." His voice is broken, hoarse in his throat as he chokes back tears.
There’s too much blood, too much blood soaking up into the ground around them, into their clothes. He’s trembling with fear, pain, anger.
"Sweetheart, look at me," he pleads. "Just a little longer, you have to stay awake-"
"You’re so handsome," she murmurs, a tear slipping gently down her cheek. "I don’t think I ever told you that."
Her voice is too quiet, too resigned, and he panics, his grip around her tightening. No. Gods, please. No, no, no!
He forces a smile, cups her cheek in his palm and trails his thumb along the line of her cheekbone — it’s an old gesture, an affectionate one that makes her close her eyes on a sigh.
"You can tell me as much as you like later, alright? Just stay with me, love-"
When she opens her eyes, they’re sad, heartbroken, scared and a whimper sounds in the back of her throat. “Henry will need you, my parents too-“
Killian shakes his head at her, chest so tight with denial he wonders it simply doesn’t implode. This isn’t happening, this is just a dream. Gods, this isn’t real! ”Don’t. Don’t you dare-“
"You have to promise me-" She coughs and blood spills from her lips, trickling down her chin. "Killian, please promise-" Her voice cuts out on a gasp as she continues to cough.
"Shhhh, shhh, shhh," he hushes her. "Save your strength, just look at me. Focus on me, please-"
But the truth amplifies in her eyes — there’s too much blood, her strength is fading fast, they’ve run out of time, they don’t have- He forces himself to remain calm, wild anxiety will help no one, and he has to focus all of his energy on her — on willing her to live, on willing her to stay. She grows colder by the second, paler with each breath, and the anguish of being so helpless is unbearable for him.
"I love you," she whispers. "I love you so much. You and Henry, you are the very best parts of me." She grasps at the hand on her face, fingers curling around his wrist and holding him in place. "I’m sorry."
"I’ll have none of this from you," he snaps. "You hear me? Stubborn lass that you are, and you pick now of all times to-" His thought is interrupted by the sob that tears from his throat. "Fight, damn it! You have to fight, Swan!”
She gives him a weak a smile. “I’m trying. I’m so tired, Killian. So tired-“
Her eyes droop and he shakes her awake. No! “Emma, Emma Swan. I love you — with all that I have and all that I am and all that I will ever be-“
"I know, God, I know-”
"Do not go where I cannot follow. Please, love. Stay with me, just stay-"
“I don’t want to leave, I would stay with you forever if I could. You have to know that.”
His tears are mingled with hers now, dripping onto her wet cheeks as he does his best to brush them away. She’s slipping from him, he can feel it with every strangled breath and he is so utterly lost. The light in him, the one that burns so only because of her, dims as she continues to fade and all he can do is hold her, cherish her, love her, the words soft on his lips over and over — I love you, Swan. I love you.