I would apologise for leaving it like that, but I'm too evil.

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Anyways, enjoy...

Killian awoke in the hospital. His eyes were clear, and somehow he could tell the enchantment had been totally lifted. He started to get up, to find Emma- but was wrenched back down by the handcuff chaining him to the bed. He tugged at it for a moment, desparate, before someone in the room cleared their throat.

It was dark outside, and his ward was dimly lit. He watched as the speaker drew closer, coming out of the shadows. He was surprised to see that it was David. Unspeaking, he walked slowly over to Killian's bed and rested his hands on the railing Killian was chained to, looming over him. He finally spoke in a low, threatening voice.

"How dare you."

Killian started to open his mouth, to explain that it had been the spell, but before he could get out more than "Dave, listen-" David punched him in the face.

Head cracking backwards against the railing behind him, Killian blinked stars out of his eyes.

"How dare you." David repeated, straightening and looking down at Killian through a haze of hatred and betrayal. They'd actually become almost-friends in the months he and Emma had been together and David couldn't comprehend what had happened. Emma was still unconscious and not allowed visitors due to the excessive amount of doctors around her bed, and David needed answers. He watched the ex-pirate struggle to clear his head from the blow, and waited for him to meet his eyes again.

Guilt, fear, hatred and white-hot anger were curdling in Killian's stomach. He'd seen everything he'd been doing to Emma and had been virtually powerless to stop it. He remembered being slightly in control for seconds at a time, then finally throwing of the spell all together before he was knocked out. He closed his eyes and hated himself, not blaming David at all for hitting him. His head and face ached from both the knockings out and the recent punch, but he knew that was nothing compared to what he knew Emma must be feeling.

"How is she?" He asked in a low, miserable voice.

"No." Replied David, his voice hard and furious. Killian finally looked up at him. "You don't get to ask how she is- you're the one who attacked her! You don't get to know anything about her! In fact, you're never to see, or speak or have anything to do with her ever again! We still don't know if she'd going to live, so even if I wanted to answer your question, I couldn't. But she, Henry, Mary-Margaret and I, are done with you, pirate."

David turned to leave.

"No- wait! Please, just listen to me." Killian cried desperately. David turned back to face him, slowly.

"Please, David." He begged. "Just listen to my side of the story."

David looked at the pirate's face. Astonishingly, it looked like tears were pooling in his eyes, and pain was evident on his face. Even if it was some kind of trick, he was restrained so nothing could happen.

"You've got two minutes, pirate." He brought over the chair he'd recently vacated and sat next to Killian's bedside. Killian struggled to straighten, looked at David and began to speak.

"We were unpacking the last of the moving boxes when I heard Emma cry out. I found her upstairs in great pain, saying something was wrong with the baby. I put her on the bed and went to get help." David looked at him, seeming to believe it so far. Killian continued; "I got down the path and was about to turn towards the hospital when I was grabbed from behind. I managed to knock out the attacker, but before I could get anywhere, I was frozen by magic. A man, one of the men who attacked Emma a few months ago came into view, and said he needed to kill the Saviour. He said his name was Jafar, and that he was going to cast a spell on me which would make me kill Emma. He couldn't enter the house because of the protection spell that was cast on it, so he cast a purpose enchantment on me to make me do his dirty work. He said I would be unable to do anything other than killing Emma, talking included. He said it would wear off, but it could only be taken off by him.

So he cast the spell and I re-entered the house and I tried to throw off the enchantment, or to warn Emma. I somehow managed to briefly overpower the spell, to warn her, to tell her to run, but I went back under immediately.

There was a fight, during which she disarmed me, and knocked me out. I lost my hook, I still don't know where it went. It's a bit fuzzy. Anyway, I woke back up, bound to a chair in the kitchen. She tried to talk to me, and I used her voice to pull myself to the surface, to push the spell off. I managed to regain control of my fingers but the rest of my body was still under the spell and broke free of the chair, ruining the concentration so the spell was on me again. There was more fighting, during which I…overpowered her.

I was kicking her, though in my head I was fighting, screaming at myself to stop. But it was like the spell was possessing me. You have to believe me, David, I was trying to fight it. The enchantment had taken over my body, and I was reduced to watching myself hurt her. I somehow managed to throw off the curse but the moment I did so, and stopped...hurting... her, I was knocked out by someone, I didn't see who. Then… I woke up here. That's… that's what happened."

There was a long silence. Killian looked down at his fingers, grasped around the railing he was chained to. David was the one who broke the silence.

"Henry."

Killian looked up. "What?"

David cleared his throat. "Henry- he's the one who knocked you out. He said he came in and you were kicking Emma so he, um, cracked a vase over your head and you collapsed. She was still awake when he got there, but she blacked out before he could call the hospital. The ambulance brought her here, then went back for you. Then they called us and we got here and Henry told us what he'd seen. They won't let us in to see her. She's… unstable. We don't know the damage…"

Killian stared as tears dripped down the other man's face. He'd only ever seen David cry once before- in the Echo Caves when he'd told his wife about the Dreamshade.

"David- please. You have to believe me. I didn't mean to do any of it, I had no control. The whole time during the scuffle, I was fighting as hard as I could to throw off the curse. I only managed to at the very end, just before Henry knocked me out. Please, believe me. I will never, never hurt Emma on purpose. I tried to warn her initially but she didn't heed me. I meant none of it- it was the spell the sorcerer- this Jafar cast on me."

David looked at him. Remorse pooled in Killian's eyes and fell as tears down his face and David believed him. His actions when Emma was in the ice cave, when he thought he might lose her to Rumplesiltskin's hat… they were actions of love. Killian looked so upset and scared that David believed him. He knew, deep down, that Killian truly loved Emma. He wasn't sure if he'd ever believed Killian attacked her on purpose, but Emma wasn't awake to ask and he only knew anything from Henry's recounting of the story.

"Alright." He cleared his throat.

"Alright?" Killian replied questioningly, hardly daring to hope David believed him.

"I believe you. I'll get a doctor to come check on you, make sure there's no lasting damage."

"Thank you. Could you also find Regina?"

David looked surprised. "Why?"

"Well, there may be some of the last of the magic lingering, so maybe she could… I don't know… try to trace it back to the caster? It's just, I think we need to find this man sooner rather than later."

David nodded. "I'll call her." He leaned over and took a tiny key out of his pocket and used it to unlock Killian's handcuff. He nodded as a goodbye and went to exit the room.

"David?" Killian called.

The man turned round.

"Thank you." Killian said, honest, earnest, heartfelt. "For believing me."

David nodded again and left the room.