A/N: SARA WHYYYYYYY
So many feels with this one.
tend to linger.
Stupid ‘Queens of Darkness’, or whatever.
Their stupid dark magic, and stupid supposedly witty one-liners (Killian had had better ones—hell, her damn father had better ones than theirs), and stupidly outrageous outfits.
Emma already hated them.
And, no, none of that had to do with the fact that there was a bruise the size of Texas high on her cheekbone and a deep cut on her lip.
Nothing to do with that.
Killian and David forced her to retreat, dragging her back to the station so she could get cleaned up.
She tried explaining multiple times that she wasn’t five.
"Killian, I’m really fine." She sighed as he carefully dabbed at the cut just under her brow. It stung, but she wouldn’t show that she was in any kind of pain.
Not in front of them.
"Love, you’re bleeding from a dozen different places and you’ve got a lovely shiner on your cheek."
"A shiner is a black eye." She deadpanned, looking up to him.
"Well, yours is on your cheek." Killian spoke with a small smile, "Now, stop moving so I can clean up your lip."
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