"Wilson!"

No one would ever forget that scream. Mary was panicked, crying already. The next thing Wilson knew, he was in front of her. He didn't even know how he made it down the two small flights of stairs leading to the upstairs hallway.

"I'm bleeding," she said. All modesty was gone out the window. "It hurts."

Wilson didn't know what he was supposed to do. Mary was doubled over in pain clutching one of her bedposts. He looked around and saw Eric and Annie's bedroom door open a crack. Annie darkened the early morning light that streamed in between the molding.

"You call the doctor," she said as if she knew he hadn't a clue. "Then you get in the car and go to the hospital."

"Thank you," Wilson said.

"Ow!" Mary yelled.

xxxxx

Matt busted through the kitchen door. Eric and Lucy were at the kitchen table, mugs of coffee in between them. He looked up and saw Simon and Ruthie sitting on the steps, Ruthie fast asleep on the landing.

"What happened?" Matt questioned, mostly directed at his father. His voice boomed.

"I don't know. They're at the hospital. Mary and your mother and him." Eric couldn't even bring himself to say his name.

Matt turned his attention to Lucy. She was hugging her knees. "Luce, what happened?"

"I don't know."

"Someone knows something!" Matt yelled.

Lucy responded, voice deadpan. "She was bleeding. She'd been having problems and didn't tell anyone."

Matt mumbled to himself, "she's too young to even give birth right." Then he was flooded with questions that he directed back at the family. "Is she OK? How long has she been gone? When did this happen? Why isn't anyone doing anything?"

"They left over an hour ago."

No one moved, no sense of urgency.

"Dad, I'm here now. I'll watch them. You can go."

Eric shook his head. "I'm not going."

"What? Why?"

Eric pounded the kitchen table. The coffee jumped in his mug. "Your sister!" He lowered his a little. "She did this to herself. She's too young. And he... You know what I think of him. I refuse to do anything to make Mary feel better about this situation."

Matt's eyes bulged. "Don't you preach forgiveness?"

"Like you've forgiven her?" Eric mocked.

"If Mary's in trouble-"

"If Mary's in trouble, then that is the consequence of her actions."

"Wow." Matt took a seat at the table. Eric wouldn't look him in the eye. "I hate what she did, I hate Wilson. I'm mad at Mary, I'm mad at you for allowing him to live here. But-"

The phone rang. Matt rushed to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Matt?" Annie said. She was surprised to hear him on the line.

"How is she?"

"They're inducing her. She's two months early."

That seemed like a lot to Matt. "Do you need me to come down there?"

"No. I'm coming home. I can't do anything here. They won't let me near her. Only one person in the room."

"Can Wilson handle this?"

"He is the father," Annie reminded Matt.

"Right." Matt looked around the room. He was in more of a panic than his entire family put together.

"I'll be home in a half an hour," she said, and hung up.