Ok so I deleted this chapter that I previously had, so if you get confused and think, "Hey we already had chapter 3!" well I made some changes. I will not tell you what, but you M/M lovers will not be happy…..
Marshall's POV
"Yes Mom" Mary replied. She walked back to her bed and lied down. Literally 5 seconds later, she was out. I sighed.
"Stan, go find Brandi. She will want to know what happened." I told Stan. He nodded and walked out the door. A few minutes later he came back in with Brandi. He left us alone to talk.
"What happened Marshall? The doctor said she would be awake!" she exclaimed.
"Brandi, did you know Jinx was drunk?" Brandi shook her head. "Well she was and Mary didn't want her here while she was drunk. Mary threatened her, but she didn't budge."
"Mary said she could've got your mother arrested but I went and got hospital security. When I came back Mary was in the bathroom crying. We both know that is a very rare occasion, so your mother must have said something really bad."
Brandi just looked….Helpless. I could tell she wanted to help Mary but there was nothing she could do.
"Marshall," Brandi started slowly. "Mary is lucky to have you in her life. Your both lucky to have each other there when your down. I don't want her to ruin that. You are best friends."
Silence. Silence until Mary woke up. I could tell Brandi wanted to jump and ask questions, but she held herself back.
We just stared at each other. My eyes locked with Mary's green eyes.
"She said I would be a horrible mother and I did not deserve to live. She said that she should take care of the baby while I go and rot." She said expressionless. But her voice was filled with emotions.
Sadness. Betrayal. Hurt. But she didn't express it. Brandi left to give us some privacy. As much as she wanted to see Mary, she knew she wasn't up for it just yet.
"Mary," I said carefully. "Even I know that's not all your mother said. You've heard worse. You never cried then."
She just looked clueless. Like she didn't know what was happening.
"Marshall, she said that it was my fault daddy left. My fault she started drinking again. My fault Brandi almost got put in jail for life. Everything was my fault. Now that I think about it, it IS my fault."
She looked on the verge of tears. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Mary, none of that was your fault! It was your dad's fault he left. He made that choice himself!" I half yelled.
"It was your mother's fault she started drinking again. You… can't just blame yourself for everything that happens in their lives. Brandi got herself fin trouble with the drugs, and the FBI agents, that was her and Chuck's fault!"
"Mary, this is why I am protective over you. You have so much weight on your shoulders that it is not healthy, I—" I was cut off when Mark burst through the door, looking somewhat angry.
"You bitch!" he yelled at me. "My girlfriend had Cardiac Arrest and you didn't call me!" I tried to answer but I couldn't. I was speechless.
"First of all Mark, I am not your girlfriend!" Mary answered. "Second of all, you are drunk. I just had a bad argument with Jinx because she was drunk. I am giving you the same warning as I did to Jinx."
She said. "You have 15 seconds to get out of my room. If you do not hospital security will come and ban you from the hospital. You will also be arrested for resisting a US Marshal."
She counted down from 15 to 1 and he just kept ranting. She looked at me and I nodded. I went into the corner of the room and called Stan.
"Hey Stan. Mark is here. He's drunk…Yah same thing as Jinx. Mary wants hospital security here and he be arrested for resisting a US Marshal. Kay thanks."
I nodded over to Mary and she nodded back. About 2 minutes later Stan was here with hospital security. They put him in handcuffs and led him out of the room.
"Abigail wants to see you Mary. Try and be nice." Stan ordered and left the room. I saw Mary frown.
"I don't think I should be here," I told Mary. She frowned even harder. "Stay. You can hide in the corner of the room. In the shadows. She'll never see you."
I sighed and got up and went to the back corner of the room. I made it just in time because Abigail walked in.
"Hey Mary how you feelin'?" Abigail asked. She and Mary talked for a while. Mary usually gave lazy one word answers. About half an hour later Abigail told Mary she had to get back to work.
Before she walked out the door she called over her shoulder, "By the way, I know you're hiding in the corner Marshall!"
I must've made a confused sound because she just laughed. She must have stopped In the hallway because she walked back to door frame and said,
"I know you too well Marshall." And then left.
Mary's POV
As soon as Abigail left I fake sighed. Marshall came out from the shadows(AN: SPOOKY!)and sat down next to my bed.
We talked about multiple things. Ranging from how I felt to how the sun's heat is transferred to earth. We were comfortable until he asked a question I would rather not answer.
"Mare," he said softly. "How much do I mean to you?" What? Is he serious? He is actually asking me that? "What? Are you serious? You are actually asking me that?"
He just had a blank expression and he gave a small nod.
"Jesus Marshall you mean everything to me. You're like my only friend. My best friend." I said casually. Like it was no big deal.
"Mary," he started again. "Do you realize how much you mean to me? If I would have lost you a few hours ago, I don't know what I'd have done. You keep me going all day long. You keep. You make me keep hold of the temper I never lose."
I just stared at him. "When you went into Cardiac Arrest earlier, I thought I was going to lose you. The doctor told me that you could have slipped into another coma and you most likely wouldn't have made it. I felt helpless."
I said to him, "The night I got kidnapped, Jinx was yelling at me saying how selfish I was being to Brandi for not apologizing for Chuck getting killed. She was angry at me because I couldn't help Brandi."
This is the first time I told him this. "When I got shot," I started again. His eyes filled with regret. "She was angry at me because I got angry at her when she said how much that had hurt her and the others, and I was once again being selfish."
I felt tears well up in my eyes. Marshall just kissed my forehead. "Marshall? Right before Mark burst in the room what were you going to tell me?
You said something about me having too much weight on my shoulders and how it wasn't healthy."
"Mary," he started. Again. "I was going to say how you needed a break from all the stress and leave. Not Albuquerque but your mom and sister."
"I wouldn't have anywhere to go." I argued. He faked an exasperated sigh and checked his watch.
"You could stay in my guest bedroom. There's plenty of room in my house. You'll have your own shower, bathroom, closet etcetera. We'll just have to share a kitchen." He cracked a smile.
"Oh gee I was hoping I would have my own gourmet kitchen with a chef." I said sarcastically.
He smiled and yawned. I scowled. "Get some sleep doofus. Either in that chair or in your house, I don't care just go to sleep. I'm tired." I said and yawned.(AN: I yawned while typing this!)
He nodded and got as comfortable as he could in a plastic chair. "Goodnight Mary." He said.
"Night Marshall." I said and fell asleep
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(AN: I really want to stop it here but I want to make this as long as possible! I have school tomorrow )
Marshall's POV, Next morning(or so he thinks…)
I woke to find Mary staring at me, her green eyes wide awake.
"You slept long enough." She snorted. I'm confused.
"What do you mean Mare?" she snorted again. "You've been asleep for 3 days Marshall. The doctors were worried and wanted to make sure you were okay but I told them it was natural for you to do that on occasions like this."
I was asleep for 3 days? How? "Marshall, you are everything to me. I couldn't live without you either. You are the one who usually doesn't get offended by my sarcasm and snarky remarks. Except…." She trailed off.
I knew who she meant. Her father. She interrupted my thoughts by beginning to say something.
"Marshall I—" but she was cut off by staring past my shoulder, eyes wide. I turned around and saw a figure standing in the doorway. I knew him.
"Daddy?" Mary exclaimed.
