ONE
It's happening. Oh god, it's really happening. The woman I love is about to give birth to our child.
Our child.
I'm going to be a father.
This is…
Unbelievable.
I must be dreaming.
Screaming comes from the room Mary is in. First it's Mary. John gets up from his seat, preparing himself for the final stretch, when he hears the nurses begin shouting as well.
He runs into the delivery room only to be immediately grabbed by two of the nurses and dragged out.
"Mary! Mary- MARY!" He yells over the shoulders of the nurses.
The doctors standing over Mary mostly block her from view. One of them moves out of the way, and she is able to make eye contact with John. She is white as a sheet and drenched in sweat.
She manages a feeble "John…" before beginning to convulse. Rapid beeping from various devices comes almost instantly.
"Mary! MARY! What's wrong with her?" He is still yelling as he gets locked out of the room. "Mary…"
John stands with his head against the door for nearly an hour. Sherlock shows up sometime during his wait and stands with him. John stumbles forward as the door begins to open.
He tries to enter the room but the doctor stops him. "Dr. Watson, might I ask you to sit down?"
John straightens and looks up at the doctor.
"No."
They maintain eye contact momentarily. "What's happened?" John asks, feeling uneasy.
"Dr. Watson, I'm afraid there were some complications in your wife's pregnancy. I'm terribly sorry, but…"
The rest was a blur to John. Everything around him was suddenly gone; it didn't matter. There was only Mary. But even then Mary wasn't there, really. Not anymore.
John staggers a bit to the side, Sherlock sliding over to catch him in time. He falls into Sherlock, and is consumed by darkness.
I was wrong. I'm not dreaming.
This is a nightmare.