Guilty Victim [Hook]

Well, he wasn't in such a good position when he first woke mere seconds earlier, his shoulder awfully sore while he was adjusting to the lighting in the room. He groaned, just as he heard the door open, the man who helped him earlier. "Of course not," he grumbled, managing to utter the words out, fully aware he wasn't innocent. Of course he wasn't, he did kidnap Belle, and that was surely a crime in this town. Hook also noticed the change of clothes, but he wasn't going to bother thinking about it much. "I wager you've discovered the details of what happened beforehand," he said, realizing how dry his throat was.

Hook didn't even want to think about what happened prior to his admittance into the hospital, but he knew that the man was here to question him and discuss the details of his arrest. And he wasn't exactly thinking straight at the moment, assuming he'd hardly been properly conscious by the time. Really, he didn't remember anything since he'd been put into a bed. At least that explained -

Why the bloody hell was he cuffed onto the bed?

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Tag: Graham Humbert

Hook clenched his jaw, listening to the man speak. Gold. Right, that was the name the Crocodile went by around here - he'd nearly forgotten. Of course he didn't understand, no one understood his heavy desire for revenge. His revenge concerned himself only, with he aid of his crew to sail of course, but besides that, it was his own journey. "Gold," he fumed, "killed my lover years ago." A specification to how many years probably would have made him seem crazy, so he didn't specify. "I had no intention of harming the lady, I only desired to use her as...temporary bait." He groaned a bit as he arched his back to rustle out the ache. "Clearly worked out, didn't it?" he asked, his tone joking to his own failure.

It was easier for him to make light of the situation than discuss so seriously, but Hook spoke nothing but the truth. He glanced over to his left arm, noting that his hook had been removed. Right, he was both practically tied to a bed and removed of the surely odd attachment to them. Probably some other safety hazard as they would have seen it as a weapon. Not like he had much strength or the freedom, to attack anyone.

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There was something different about this man, Hook was able to feel it. There was just...something...something wrong, but he wasn't able to pin down an answer for himself. No matter though, it wasn't like he was in the mood to analyse a man he merely met a few hours ago (who technically helped save his life in a way),  who was also now here to discuss the terms of his arrest. Hook felt very little at the moment. Besides the pain in his shoulder, the swimming in his mind, and the cold, empty feeling in his heart, that was the extent of it all. There was no satifiscation that he had at least instilled some fear into Rumplestiltskin, there was no frustration and anger boiling inside because he failed.

But he still wanted his revenge. It didn't matter if his significant other was pregnant or not. The monster, the demon ruined his happy ending, it was only fair if he took his away. Well, technically speaking, life wasn't fair in the first place. The death of Milah left him in solitude with the company of rum (yes, he had a drinking problem) for several weeks in Neverland, and the cries didn't help. Being here now, being so close to what he had been chasing for centuries, did quench his thirst temporarily. But in all honesty, Hook had no interest in kidnapping or hurting Belle anymore. It was only Gold he had an interest in, and whether he was ridding the child of a father or not, it was a decision he had already made.

This man had no sense of humour. Nor did he want to humour Hook in his attempt. A little odd, considering most people would have responded, but considering the circumstances he was currently under, he wasn't too surprised at the man's lack of enthusiasm. And aye, he was well aware he broke the law, he was well aware he was going to be suffering whatever severe consequences there were. "I'm quite sure he'd press charges then, if it meant my arse thrown into a cell for years," he muttered, clenching his jaw. If it meant the protection of her and the child, he was positive Gold was going to take actions. "Though community service sounds far more pleasant." Avoiding being shoved into some dingy cell room was better than having to do some...service.

None of his current situtation seemed likable, but there was no other choice but to deal with it. He was being held under the law here, and if he did anything to make matters worse, he knew it could result in something even more. For now, at least, he was going to obey and assure himself some sort of freedom in the end.

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Being restrained to the bed wasn't the most ideal situation for him, but perhaps it wasn't so bad if it meant him not being able to move his aching shoulder around. He had very little strength at the moment anyways, assuming that whatever drug they numbed him with was still coursing through his veins. She thought he was delusional, yet Hook didn't blame her for thinking that. Everyone basically thought he was delusional, any normal person would have considering he swaggered around with a hook for his left hand, in all leather, and had a sword at his waist. "Then I'd say use your intuition to see if I'm delusional or not," he suggested, promptly pressing his lips into a straight line before opening up to speak again. "Last time I checked, lass, I was fairly sane."

The roll of her eyes knew he was going down the right path. Hook was always a ladies-man in some case, after all, he was devilishly handsome and no women resisted a night with him back in the Enchanted Forest. He was certainly capable at several things, but he already knew this one was stubborn. She questioned him. That was the usual. He answered. "Kidnapping - well, she was...useful to me," he smoothly responded. It was the truth, mostly. She was useful, Hook just simply didn't provide all the details, even if the man next to her already knew his reasoning. Hook glanced between the two of them being laying his eyes back on the blonde. "That -" he chuckled, "- that was the fun part. Fully aware I would be caught in the end, but tell me, love, when did pirates care about the consequences?" He smiled at her, aiming for a little smugness. Besides, he already planted the idea down that he was going to play for a bit. He wasn't going to back down now.

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