Devious Journal Entry

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~Will's POV eighteen years later~

Over the short years, I had avoided Mr. Gold successfully with only a few dangerous encounters. Dr. Whale had found me sleeping in the hospital during one of his "all nighters". He then let me stay with him and his father, the retired General Allen Whale. On several occasions Dr. Whale had saved me from his father's drunken rampages, but he would still get some hits on me. He had even successfully knocked me out with a whiskey bottle to the head. I had been in a coma for three days. According to Dr. Whale, his father was serving a week in jail because once I was out he had raped my unconscious body. Once Allen was out of jail he went into rehabilitation and I avoided him as much as possible.

Today had been rather eventful, especially for such a small town. The mayor's son, Henry, had gone missing only to return in the afternoon with his birth mother. Ella? No Emma, that was her name. She was currently staying at Granny's Bed and Breakfast. Mr. Gold had come into the hospital with his thigh injured later that afternoon. It was the last of my rounds with Dr. Whale. I had switched to working in my shop until noon, then I worked at the hospital. Dr. Whale did the numbing and most stitching procedure while I stood aside, assisting him when needed while avoiding Mr. Gold's constant stare, although it was much different from his leering. He looked at me as if I something...precious to him. Instead of an item he longed to possess.

"H-How, again, did you say this happened?" Dr. Whale asked while he concentrated on stitching the long and deep cut on Mr. Gold's thigh.

"Kitchen accident." was all he said. Honestly it looked like he had done it purposely. A nurse burst into the room.

"Dr. Whale? The mayor is here with her son, she demands you see him." she spoke quickly, looks like Regina had riled her up.

"Now?" he asked from his place between Mr. Gold's legs, the cut was only halfway stitched. The nurse nodded. Dr. Whale looked to me then to the nurse and sighed.

"Will? Take over. I apologize dearly for this Mr. Gold." Dr. Whale said before he rushed out of the room with the nurse leaving me to take over.

"Well that was unprofessional." he mumbled before smirking to me as I sat on the rolling stool that was previously occupied by Dr. Whale, after putting on sterile gloves. I simply took the needle and continued sewing the skin back together.

"You should see him on Saturday nights. He gets drunk and bangs the nearest nurse." I mumble while shaking my head. I heard Mr. Gold chuckle. I jumped when his hand went through my hair gently, I stopped right in the middle of a stitch and looked up at him with a shocked look.

"Sorry. Couldn't resist." he smirked down at me after putting his hand back by his side. I closed my mouth then looked back to his wound and continued the stitch. With a few more stitches through the silence, he was done.

"What no trying to get me on a date, or any other unnecessary remark?" I asked standing, removing my gloves and throwing them away after I had properly wrapped his wound. He shook his head. I began to write his usual pain medication prescription along with the alternative from my shop. I wasn't supposed to do that but it was how I got business.

"Unless you'd like me to ask you on a date, then I have nothing to say." he said. I paused in my writing. I looked at him with a raise eyebrow. Almost freaked out.

"Are you okay Mr. Gold?" I asked as if he would explode at any moment. He laughed, actually laughed!

"I'm feeling the best I've ever felt. Seeing things clearer actually." he said shrugging his shoulder. I bit the end of my pen in thought. A thing I often did when I was troubled. I looked him up and down quickly before deciding on how to word my thoughts.

"If I go on a date with you, will you leave me alone?" I asked while hugging myself. I felt like I was risking a lot by asking that question. He stared at me for moment or two before speaking.

"I can't promise that. You don't understand how much you have me wrapped around your finger, I'm not giving you up. You're too precious and gorgeous for me to do that." was his soft reply. I blushed at the compliment causing him to smile. It was as if someone had completely taken over him. He seemed, kinder than his usual self. I sighed and finished writing his prescription. I turned it to the blank side then wrote a date, time, and place before handing him his cane and the paper.

"Don't be late." was all I said before I left the room to go to the locker room to change out of the scrubs.

~Third Person POV earlier that day, Granny's Bed and Breakfast~

Mr. Gold was feeling angsty while he walked to pick up the rent money from Granny's. He walked in and waited behind a blonde woman while she got her room key.

"Swann, Emma Swann." she introduced for Granny to right the name down in her guest book. Mr. Gold's eyes widened as a flood of three hundred years worth of memories flooded his mind. Mr. Gold? No, he was Rumpelstiltskin. He smiled a Cheshire grin.

"Emma." he spoke. Granny's head snapped up in the middle of her writing as Emma turned to him at the sound of her name. "What a lovely name." he finished. The savior has returned.

"Thanks." she said after giving him a quick over. Granny held out a roll of cash.

"It's all there." she informed him harshly while he grabbed it from over Emma's shoulder. She watched, clearly confused at the odd transaction.

"Yes, yes of course it is. You enjoy your stay. Emma." he said to Granny before smiling at Emma. She only nodded as a reply as he left, sparing a glance at the scantily clad Ruby. He smirked as he left the building and made his way home. There was only one person he wanted to see, and to do that he needed an injury. He hoped, he would be able to get her memories back. He wanted his Willow.

I know it's short but I'm sick, its stormy out, and I'm having hot flashes non-stop I gotta get out of bed and move to a cooler spot. At least I wrote two chapters for you.