Mary stared up at the ceiling, breathing heavily as she tried to calm down. There was an iv in her arm and more machines than she felt comfortable were attached to her. Some were for her, some were for her stomach listening intensely to the baby in her.
It had all happened so fast, too fast. They had just left the restaurant and the pain had gotten worse, more so than it had in the past. It felt like her entire body was being crushed and she couldn't breathe, Dean was panicking in the backseat and John had pulled them to the side of the road to look her over.
And that's when they saw the blood. Coming from between her legs and pulsating, staining the seat, her clothes, and the floor.
After that everything else became a blur, John had gotten back onto the road, driving as fast as he could to the hospital as Dean cried in the backseat and Mary was lost in the pain. She couldn't really remember what happened after that, it was all a mess of doctors and different rooms until finally she just lost consciousness.
Waking up was horrifying, the panic, the pain she was still in her hands moving fast to grope at her stomach and almost sobbing in relief when she still felt the bump was a bigger relief than whatever medications they were pumping into her.
Which apparently they weren't pumping any kind of medications into her other than a steady drip of folic acid. She was in a delicate situation, what with her body going through a possible miscarriage, and as a result anything could push her over the edge and cause her body to complete the miscarriage.
Her hands kept going to her stomach, stroking reassuringly at the small bump that was there.
There was no answer as to why she almost had a miscarriage, the doctors have said multiple times that there is no one answer. It could've been stress, it could've been her body's reaction to something that had happened in the past, it could've been nothing at all. Miscarriages just happen sometimes and there is no real way of stopping it.
It either happened or it didn't and it was up to her body to decide which way to take.
And that was a terrifying thought.
Swallowing hard Mary turned her head to see John coming into her room, holding onto Dean. Dean was asleep, eyes puffy and red, clinging hard to John.
She didn't even dare to sit up, she had no idea what to do to deal with this, but she did lift her hand towards them. John immediately crossed the room, taking her hand in his tightly. He blinked rapidly and cleared his throat, a hint of tears in his eyes.
"Hey." he whispered, his voice rough. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired." Mary said quietly, and it was the truth, she was downright exhausted but at the same time, she didn't want to go to sleep. "How's Dean?"
"Drained, scared crapless." John said, carefully putting Dean on the bed with her in the crook of her arm. They moved together to not disrupt the wires and ivs in her so that she could wrap her arms around him and held him close. "He just kept crying, I think he cried himself out and just...fell asleep."
Mary nodded, holding him as close as she could. "My parents?"
"Not here yet, I think the doctor just called them a few minutes ago." John said, holding her hand in between both of his. "They wanted to stabilize you first." he breathed out and bowed slightly, pressing his forehead against their hands. "Did they say anything about what to do?"
"Just wait and see for now." Mary said, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "They said that it either happens or it doesn't. If we make it through then they'll tell me what else to do."
She felt John nod and he let one hand go, she heard him dragging something to them, and when she opened her eyes he was sitting by her bed, taking her hand again.
"My parents know healing spells, maybe they'll know something that could help," he said. "And I'm here Mary, I'm not going anywhere."
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