Written By: xwildatheart
Couple Portrayed: Mary S./Marshall M.
Spoilers: Season 2 finale +beyond!
Warning: May include coarse language and sexual themes later on. Sort of AU. Read summary.
This is my first story posted on here, so please review and let me know how I did! :D
Marshall paced the length of the waiting room, and let out a strong, exasperated sigh. He wanted to kick himself for his lapse in judgment.
He should've been there for his partner, watching her back. Instead, he was out on a date. A date he didn't even enjoy.
Finally deciding to sit down, Marshall took a seat next to Brandi. The young woman stirred in her slumber beside him. His head was pounding, and his eyes stung with the wetness of salty tears.
The hospital smelled- no, reeked of death, disease and sadness, which made him want to cry again. 'Jesus, Marshall,' he could imagine Mary criticizing, 'you're a goddamn emotional wreck.'
Marshall laughed humorlessly at his subconscious. A blonde blob bounced up into his peripheral vision. "Marshall?" Brandi sleepily muttered, "What's so funny?"
He sighed and whispered, "Nothing. Go back to sleep, Brandi." Marshall continued thinking. 'She's not going to die, she's not going to die, she's not g-'
"Excuse me? Are you the family of Mary Shannon?" A feminine voice interrupted his internal chanting. Jinx stood up, nodding. "I'm her mother." Yeah, okay.
"Well, she's out of surgery now, and resting. When she wakens, she'll be a little disoriented. You can go in and see her, but I suggest only one at a time."
The nurse smiled sympathetically and sauntered off.
After Mary's immediate family went in and visited, Marshall stood up and stretched, preparing himself to go visit his partner. After reaching her room, he paused in the miniature hallway.
Tears were creeping their way out of his eyes again. 'I'm such an idiot. This is all my fault.' Marshall scolded himself.
"Shut up, doofus. This has nothing to do with you." A voice hoarsely whispered. "Mare," Marshall started. "Jesus, Nancy. You went and got soft on me." She teased, in response to his tears.
"Mary," he scolded, "You could've died." Marshall looked away, ashamed of his emotional display. "Marshall," Mary whispered comfortingly. "I didn't. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
Marshall sniffled, and wiped away his tears. "I was so scared, Mare. I don't think I could function without you." Mary smiled at the words, and gestured for him to come closer.
"Marsh, you're my best friend, okay? And besides, if I'm gone, who's going to give you your daily dose of sass?" Mary quipped.
Marshall laughed at her words, and gently caressed her hand. "Just don't scare me like that ever again, and we'll be okay." "Aye, aye, captain!" Mary replied, mock saluting.