Authors Note- Sorry it took so long. I know what's going to happen in the next chapter so I should write that soon. As always your continued support means the world to me. Also if you are following TBLH- that should be updated this week as well. Tell me how to improve! Always willing to listen.

Sheldon heard screaming, more importantly- he heard Amy screaming. He didn't know how he knew it was her, seeing as he had never heard her scream in any context before, but the noise paralyzed him. The very sound drained his blood of any happiness or contentment, leaving in its wake the cells of fear and dread. His hands felt clammy, and his breath sped up at the very tenor of it. White everywhere, the smell of disinfectant and decaying skin flooded his brain- a scent Sheldon knew meant he was in a hospital. And sure enough, the white tile, the tan plastic frame set on the bed, the white drawers with one fake plant on top of it, and the curtain, currently tied to the left side of the bed. Yes, Sheldon's heart was racing in overdrive. Somewhere in the back of his mind, like an instinct he could hear something calling for hand sanitizer. But it was muted to an ever more present voice telling him he first and foremost needed to save Amy.

And there she was, his Amy. Laying in the middle of the white bed, with her hair done on the side in a messy braid. Her right hand was to an angle, and gripped tightly around this world's version of him. He looked pale, perhaps from the idea of being in a hospital room and all it's subsequent germs, but it was most likely from how tightly the version of Amy was holding his hand. On the other side of the bed, was the very woman Sheldon had once used the words 'coitus, Amy, and vagina' to, and an older looking man with a big nose, and curly black hair. All were gathered around a screaming Amy.

Sheldon was uncomfortable with this. Based on her feet tied to silver stir ups on either side of the bed, and a head peaking out from her nether regions Sheldon had a feeling he knew what this was. He had seen the same scene with his sister a few months back. Minus a couple rowdy Texans and a bright pink baby bag, this was a birthing scene.

"Make it stop. Stop. Stop." Amy whimpered.

Another Amy and Sheldon. In another universe. Having a baby. And he couldn't flee. Back when it had been him and Amy's goal to produce a superior offspring neither had ever broached this part. This nasty, messy part. He hadn't known at that time about all the bleeding, the fluid, and the need for towels. Speaking of which, where were the towels? Sheldon looked around the room and started to take note of the abnormalities of the scene around him. There were no towels, there were no scissors, and the nurse next to the doctor had left. Maybe she wasn't to that part yet. He turned to Amy who was continually repeating "Crud Monkeys" over and over again. And even though she wasn't really his Amy, Sheldon was proud of her tenacity to keep her language clean despite immense pain. Her face was bright red, her glasses a little skewed on her face. She had dried tear streak patterns on her cheeks. But most importantly- she was skinny. Where he was expecting to see a bump signifying that she was in fact with child, Sheldon saw nothing but blankets. And he got more confused. He looked to the other version of him for answers, but he wasn't the only one doing such.

"What did you do to my daughter?" Amy's mothers face was bright red, as red as Amy's. She also had tears streaming down her face and kept trying to grab Amy's other hand. But Amy just kept repeating her mantra to herself. Too lost in her own world to stop batting away her mother's hand, or defend Sheldon.

"I um. I don't know." the other Sheldon answered. To both their surprise the elderly man, Sheldon assumed to be Amy's father started laughing.

"I'm telling you this is the most eventful wedding night I've ever seen." Wedding night? Sheldon's head was spinning. What did getting married have to do with Amy moaning, and crying in a hospital bed? "Son, I know you two were virgins. I respect you for that. So I hate to ask... are you sure you put it in the right place?"

The other version of Sheldon turned bright red. His eyes looking nowhere but at the purple hands joined together at the bedside. And Sheldon himself felt sick by the idea. It was one of his biggest fears come to life. The one thing he could potentially be terrible at- he was in this universe.

"There are a lot of holes, and it can get confusing down there."

"ITWASTHEBESTDAMNNIGHTOFMYLIFEHEDIDITRIGHT. SHUT. UP. RIGHT. NOW." Amy finally interjected, in basically one breath. It was the loudest and angriest Sheldon had ever heard her. It was like Bernadette's temperament had invaded his girlfriends body, and Sheldon was actually afraid of the short brunette laying crippled in an emergency room. But Amy's father wasn't.

"Honey it was your first time. It's okay if he wasn't all that you dreamed of." The man was studying a clearly uncomfortable Sheldon, looking for signs of weakness with scrupulous eyes. "As long as he figures out what goes where so I don't have to spend every night in the hospital.

At this moment the nurse came back in with a metal tray. Her entrance alerted everyone in the room back to the doctor at the head of the bed, and Sheldon looked to see whose hand's Amy's life was in. He was an older man in his seventies. When the room went silent, he popped his head over the top of the sheet by Amy's feet to look at them. His eyes wide themselves, like he had forgotten there were people there. As if he hadn't been in a room with them up until that point. As if Amy's bathing suit area wasn't abnormally close to his nose. He studied said area, his head disapearing again.

"Meg this is going to pinch," was all the warning he gave the other Amy/Meg before her whole entire pelvis shot off the bed into the air. She was crying and screaming, and the noise broke Sheldon. It was his Amy, but not his Amy, and he would give her anything in the world to make her stop making that noise. If he could he would have cuddled with her on his own accord. He would have bought her six hundred and twenty three tiaras (by his calculations how many he could have afforded taking both his savings and income into consideration). He just wanted her to smile, to be okay. And the other him seemed to have the same thought process. Sheldon watched as he stroked the hair away from her face, and started kissing the top of her head, regardless of the fact that it was sweaty and gross.

About five minutes went passed, five minutes of the most uncomfortable whines, and gasps coming from Amy. After that time, with a pop whatever the doctor had inserted into Amy came out. She gasped loudly, and tried to get her breathing under control as the doctor just moved things around on his tray. Sheldon could hear the clinging of metal instruments, but he didn't dare go past the other Amy's head for fear of what he would see. When he looked over to his Amy, he could see tugging the sleeve of the other Sheldon expectantly. He seemed to understand what she was asking. The other him didn't even look at the parents, or the doctor before snuggling up close to her on a bed much too small for the two of them. Meg put her head into his chest, and he just rocked her back and forth, careful that neither spilled over the edge.

Something about the scene rattled Sheldon. He could remember the infamous snuggling the night she was disheartened by the dress shopping fiasco but that night didn't come easy for them. Or at least not as easy as it was for the two people in front of him. There was no awkward shuffling, no second guessing, no back pats. They shifted with each other, and his hands just caressed her back holding her tight to him. They looked natural, fluid, and comfortable. He held her tightly against him, and for her part Amy did seem to stop crying at his touch.

When the doctor came to the side of the bed to talk to her, Amy didn't look. She stayed wrapped in her husbands embrace.

"Okay, I will have the nurse bring some muscle relaxers, and a pill. The pill is going to make your pee blue for the next week, but don't worry about that."

The other Sheldon looked up at the doctor and opened his mouth. Meg's dad beat him to it. "So was I right? Did good old Taylor put it in her bladder?"

"Urethra." He heard the now named Taylor version of himself, correct under his breath.

"No. In fact, your daughter has something called Interstitial cystitis."

Amy's mom gasped from across the room, and the Taylor version of him rolled his eyes and kissed the top of his wifes head. "I don't understand. What would make it flare up randomly this night?"

"Wait," the father bellowed, putting his hands in his pockets. "What does that mean? Is she going to die?"

"No," The doctor replied, as a nurse brought two pills for Amy to swallow. "It means she has a bladder condition which can be brought about by acidic foods, stress, and orgasm. Her bladder is spasming right now, but with pills it should stop."

Without warning, the bedridden girl sat up so fast that her bed mate fell to the floor. But she didn't even look at him, as he repositioned himself back in the bed, around her. His legs barely fitting. "Are you saying I can never orgasm again without...this happening?"

The doctor looked at his clipboard uncomfortably. "I can redirect you to websites with other people with this problem..."

"Will this happen every time I have sex?" Her voice was high in pitch.

"I don't know. I can't answer that. But I have a feeling..."

"You have a feeling what?"

"Well your wedding was last night. Correct?" The couple nodded. "Well you already have stress right there. At your dinner did you have anything with cranberry, tomato, alcohol, lime, lemon, red meat, or aspartame?"

Amy- no Meg, Sheldon corrected himself mentally, nodded, looking confused. "Basically hit all of those food groups in one night." Taylor offered.

"And-" The doctor looked at her father in the room, then at Meg. His voice lowered to try and give them some semblance of privacy. "How many times did you... orgasm last night?"

The room went quiet. Taylor shifted, and Sheldon had a feeling it was to angle his hips away from her, and not just because he was barely on the small bed to begin with. Amy's mothers face was bright red and she just shook her head over and over. While for his part, Amy's father just studied the ceiling.

"Six." Meg whispered. But even with her voice on soft volume, the number resonated in the room. Sheldon watched his own face twitch uncontrollably and Meg's dad just whistled in the back.

"So much for my theory."

"Well then," the doctor continued. "I think it's safe to say you overloaded your bladder. The nerve endings connected between the pleasure button are all connected to the ones with your bladder so sometimes with IC it can cause flare ups. I will have my nurse give you the same blue pills for any consequent reactions. But in the meantime, do your research. Experiment by taking away foods, and adding foods to see what causes the most severe reactions. Stay away from stressful situations. Keep your vagina clean by washing up after every encounter, and if it is sex that causes these reactions- try taking pain pills before sex, baths with Epsom salt after, and then ice the top of your bladder before you go to sleep. Until then, we will just keep you here until you feel good enough to go home, and give you the two prescriptions."

He left the room, but the four people in it didn't move. Sheldon watched the Amy look alike breathe in and out, and found himself surprised- that even covered in sweat, her face red, her eyes puffy, and her blue hospital gown on she still looked beautiful to him. His beautiful little moth.

"Well Mom and Dad. I'm not sure why Taylor called you here..."

"You were crying. Protocol says it was my duty to inform-"

"But it doesn't matter. Thank you for coming. Now please leave my husband and I alone." Meg finished. It was her typical directness and Sheldon was comforted by it somehow. Maybe it was the lack of crying and screaming, but something about it tugged at a string in his brain to be further examined at a later time. Meg's dad walked over and gave his daughter a kiss on the cheek. He then looked at Taylor, and started chuckling to himself. His wife gave nudged him and chastised him which made him just start guffawing even louder in the tiny room. Taylor was playing with the fraying bed sheets refusing to look at his father in law, even when something was muttered to father was laughing so hard, he left the room, holding his sides, and tears of mirth streaming down his chubby cheeks. Without her husband in the room Meg's mother seemed even more uneasy. She wouldn't look at Taylor and quickly gave her daughter a hug. Meg kissed her mom's cheek and whispered something about calling her. Then with an awkward look between the two, she shuffled out of the room to find her husband.

Meg moaned, and her chest moved upwards, contracting in pain. She grimaced and Taylor quickly positioned himself underneath her so she could lay down easier.

"Are you okay?" Taylor asked, rubbing circles on her back again.

"Mortified. In pain. And just mortified." She mumbled into his chest.

"I'm sorry." He whispered into her hair.

"What a wedding night." After both of them sat about this, Meg started giggling. Taylor clucked at her.

"How can you laugh? Meg, your father now knows that we had...coitus." This just made her laugh harder.

"Oh boy did we have coitus!" She snorted. "Lots and lots of coitus." Taylor shook his head disapprovingly and she stopped laughing. "I think he can assume, on our wedding night it would happen Taylor." She smiled and snuggled closer to him. When she did this, any annoyance he had on his face just seemed to melt. Sheldon thought that's what his koala face must look like. But Amy wasn't a koala, even if she was wrapped another version of him like one.

"Yes but I didn't want him to visualize it. I wanted it to be an unspoken fact. He called me Big Ol 6 before he left Meg."

"I'm more surprised you didn't freak out when we thought we couldn't have sex anymore." She looked at him carefully but he just stared at her.

"Yes I am glad that we can continue making love."

"But what if we couldn't?" She asked quietly.

"Meg. Meg. Meg. I married you for your mind, not for your body." When she glared at him he shook his head at her. "Really woman. You know what I meant. I love you- no strings attached. Sex or no sex you are mine. There is nothing that could happen that would stop that. Besides, I married you- I think the ceremony itself must tell you as much."

She smiled. "So you didn't care at all when it was taken off the table?"

"Honestly I was more worried about you. You scared me a lot tonight. I wanted you to be safe." He pulled her closer, kissing her shoulder, which was peaking out from under the hospital gown.

"I'm sorry." She repeated.

"Don't ever scare me again like that. You need to take care of yourself, especially now that you are officially my wife."

"You do realize this means that we probably are going to have to take it easy the next couple days on the sex part right?"

Sheldon watched as his mouth turned down, and his eyes got wide in disappointment.

"What? I thought you were fine if sex was taken off the table?" She teased.

"I said I would love you anyways." He clarified. "And I will. I always will. But... stupid acidic food." He mumbled, his fingers now unbraiding her hair and watching as the dark waves slid between his fingers.

"How about this? I can help you out tonight anyways."

"But it's not the same without you experiencing it with me."

"Oh believe me... I still experience something." She said, leaning in to kiss him. Sheldon watched as she leaned in closer, her lips hovering next to the other versions of his. And right before contact was made, Sheldon felt a whirring sensation- signaling another world to be seen. For some unknown reason, he actually felt his stomach drop in disappointment. He told himself it was just because he hated to see something started and not finished. But even he wasn't sure if he really believed it.