There was some sort of commotion happening outside in the hallway and Mary had the feeling that it was her parents. She shot a pleading look at John who immediately stood up and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Through the door she could hear him talking to someone but she couldn't make out what was being said. She shifted slightly in the bed and held Dean closer to her, focusing on her breathing and remaining calm. She had to remain calm, she couldn't let the stress get to her again and as a result, hurt her baby.
After what felt like an eternity the door opened and she tiredly looked over, feeling like crying when she saw her parents coming in and staring at her. A choked sound escaped her and she felt like a child again, she was hurt and in pain and all she wanted was her parents with her to comfort her.
Deanna actively shoved Samuel out of the way with her elbow as she quickly moved to her, leaning over to wrap her arms around Mary as best as she could. If Samuel was annoyed he didn't let it show, going to her other side to hug her as well. She couldn't really hug them back, she didn't dare move that much to disrupt the machines or Dean but she pressed up into them, tears starting to roll down her face.
"It's okay sweetheart, its okay." Deanna said, stroking her hair, her own voice cracking as well. "We're here, we're going to take care of you and make sure that you're okay."
"What happened?" Samuel half demanded half pleaded. "How did this happen? We saw you twenty minutes ago and you were fine." he just barely remembered to keep his voice down, glancing at the sleeping Dean a few times.
"She's also been in pain for days now." Deanna shot back, her voice fell to a whisper. "It doesn't matter, what matters now is preventing it from happening and ensuring that it doesn't happen again."
"And how exactly do we do that?" Samuel demanded. "What's the protocol here?"
"First things first, we don't stress her out." Deanna said through almost gritted teeth. "And this is going to stress her out."
"Yes, this is stressing me out." Mary said from between them. "Guys please, stop arguing, please."
Her parents nodded and didn't move away just yet, Mary looked around the room feeling her chest tighten when she saw John in the hallway talking to his parents. "Did you guys talk to the doctor yet?"
"Not yet, but don't you worry about anything, we'll take care of everything." Deanna assured her. "You just focus on keeping that baby in your belly."
"Trying." Mary said tiredly, she felt too drained and too tired to talk about anything else for now. She just wanted to sleep but at the same time...she wanted John with her too, not just her parents.
"I think someone should take Dean home and put him to bed there, he shouldn't be around all of this." Samuel said, face softening when he looked at his grandson.
Mary felt a bit of panic go through her, as well as another bit of pain. A whimper escaped her and immediately her parents attentions were back on her.
"I want Dean here, I need him here." she said, a tear rolling down her cheek. "He's staying."
"Okay, okay, he's staying, someone will go get some clothes for the both of you." Samuel quickly agreed. "Deanna I think you should, you're going to have to go through Mary's clothes and between the both of us, you're the better candidate."
Deanna rolled her eyes at that but nodded. She hesitated for a moment, not yet moving. "Mary...once you get through this," there was no other option for any of them, she was going to get through this with the baby, "you're going to have to change a lot of things."
"I know mom." Mary said softly. "Just...I want to get through this first and deal with everything else later."
"I understand but...one of the things you need to do immediately is get rid of anything stressful." Deanna said, sighing. "Honey, you're going to have to move back with us, no more excuses."
The idea of moving back with her parents, as much as she loved and adored them, the idea of giving up her independence, whatever little she had made her throat close up. She knew that she didn't have any other choice, she needed to put everything she wanted to the side and think about the baby right now. Everything she did now was for the baby.
Even if she didn't want to do it.
"She doesn't have to do that, I'll take care of her."
The Campbells looked to John who came into the room then, followed by his parents. He looked grave but determined.
"I'll take care of her." he repeated. "But if she needs to then she'll move back but for now, I think it would be alright."
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