Hidden from Sight by Betty Bokor
Mary/Marshall. Mary wakes up after the shooting and everything starts to change.
Spoilers: All episodes, including Second Season Finale.
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Hidden from Sight
Chapter 10
Mary had a hard time concentrating in getting her family of witnesses out of harm's way. She did not want them out in the open where they could be targeted, so she convinced most of them to hide in a neighbor's house until there were other marshals there to help. Dr. Morris stayed by her to look after Marshall. He vehemently refused to obey Mary and finally stated that if it was his time to go, he would take it, because he owed it to the man who had saved his daughter.
Mary had called Stan and she knew he was on his way, but she was starting to feel desperate. Marshall was still bleeding from the chest and he was having trouble keeping his eyes open. She had tried most of her repertoire of harsh words to encourage him to stay awake, but she was losing the battle. He was not even looking at her like before and he still had not said a word. She kept thinking that he was putting all his effort in just keeping breathing.
Though the ambulance took only a few minutes to get to them, Mary felt it had been ages. Stan was there only a few seconds later and he took charge of the situation immediately. The witnesses were taken away, the house was cordoned off, and the damage assessment in the neighborhood started immediately. Stan wanted as many neighbors as possible interrogated to figure out if anyone had seen whoever had put the bomb in the Morris' house.
Mary left in the ambulance with Marshall. She felt she was in the way as the two paramedics kept connecting tubes and shoving syringes into Marshall. His eyes were closed most of the time now and whenever he was able to open them, she felt he was looking for her. Trying not to interfere with his care, she squeezed her arm by his side and held his hand. He immediately opened his eyes, so she made sure that this time he could see her face close to him. Marshall acknowledged her hand in his with a little bit of pressure and then closed his eyes again. Seconds later they were at the hospital, the same one where she had been only a few weeks ago.
After Marshall was taken into the emergency room, Mary was left on her own in the corridor. She had blood in her hands and clothes and she kept looking at them as if she could not understand it. She felt a growing pressure in her chest and she was sure she was going to choke with some invisible object down her throat.
"Are you okay, young lady? You look pale," an old nurse asked her as she came out of an office down the hall. She approached Mary, who was nodding at her, and realized who she was. "Ah… You're the police officer who got shot a while ago. What are you doing here? You weren't feeling okay?"
"My partner was in an accident," she covered the real story. "They've got him in there," she added as she pointed to the emergency room with her head.
"Oh, I'm sorry. He's in good hands. Come with me," she said and guided Mary to a room down the corridor. "You can wait here. There's a washroom to the right. I'll get you something so that you can get those bloody clothes off."
Mary walked to the washroom and threw up. She was feeling very sick. She cleaned as much of the blood as she could from herself and, when the nurse came back with some kind of shirt, she took hers off and threw it in the wastebasket. She did not want to see Marshall's blood in it ever again.
When she came out of the bathroom, the nurse was waiting for her.
Mary thanked her and insisted she was okay, but the nurse said she could wait with her until her family came.
Mary would have scoffed at that comment, but she did not have the strength.
"I'll tell you, it's good that you're okay this time, because I don't think your husband could go through that again. When I saw him by the door of the ER the day you were shot, it made my heart shrink. Thankfully, the older gentleman was right there a few seconds later to comfort him, because he was so heartbroken… I don't know if it was his father or your father, but you know who I mean." She sighed. "I've seen horrible things around here, but very few men cry when something like that happens. I thought it was very brave of him that he didn't care what others thought. He was just worried about you."
Mary did not know what to answer. She could not imagine Raph crying in the hallway and neither of them had a father. The lady was obviously mistaken. She was about to correct her when Stan came in through the door.
"Ah, there he is. I'll leave you with him until your husband gets here. If I see him in the hallway, I'll send him right in." She stood up and walked out of the room after giving Stan a smile.
Mary's mind started throwing ideas around.
"No news yet. I just asked," Stan said before he sat down. "How are you doing?"
"I'm fine," she lied. Then she looked at him and asked, "Were you here, in the hallway, when I was shot?"
"Yeah; I got here a few minutes after Marshall. He said he caught you when you were coming down the hallway, but they didn't let him into the ER."
Mary felt the pressure in her chest intensify. Marshall was crying for her. She could not imagine him crying for any reason. She had never seen him cry. He was the toughest man she knew.