"Your baby is still alive." the doctor told her firmly. "The heartbeat is faint but it's there."

Mary just stared at him, she hadn't really heard a word he had said after 'Your baby is still alive,' because honestly, that was all she cared about.

"I'm guessing that the previous doctor just wasn't able to pick it up, I'll admit I had trouble too, but there are readings and they all line up with what you have about your possible miscarriages. Unfortunately this does mean that your risk is higher." the doctor continued. "You're having a very dangerous pregnancy here Ms. Campbell."

She couldn't pay attention to a single word or sound he made, she knew that she should; she just couldn't, her hands were around her stomach and that was all she could focus on. Her baby was alive. Sammy was alive. He was okay, he was alive, he was still there.

"Considering everything, I'm going to need to put you on severe bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy." the doctor told her. "And I'm going to want to see you at the very least every two weeks. If you feel anything, and I mean anything, change at all give my office a call and come in, I'll make sure to see you right away."

He was saying things, things she should be paying attention to. His words sounded like they were coming in from a long fogged over distance. She tried to force herself to pay attention, tried to focus on his words but she couldn't. All she could focus was the small bump in her hands.

Sammy.

The doctor was staring at her in sympathy. She wasn't even aware of the tears that were falling down her cheeks as she shook. He placed the box of tissues in front of her but she couldn't even bring herself to take a tissue.

"How do I stop this?" she whispered. "How do I keep my baby? What do I do?"

The doctor hesitated, taking a deep breath. "Ms. Campbell...I'm going to be honest right now. I am going to do the best that I can and all that I can, I'm even going to give you my personal office number and my home number should anything happen in the middle of the night. But...at the same time...I think you should start to prepare for the real possibility that you will lose this pregnancy."

"No." Mary said firmly. "I'm not...that's not happening...it can't. I can't."

"Alright." the doctor said softly, taking a pad of paper and starting to write. "First and foremost, you need to go on bed-rest immediately. No picking anything up that's even close to five pounds. You said that you were doing a healthy diet and that needs to continue. And like I said before, I want to see you every two weeks."

Mary took a deep breath, looking around as she tried to focus and clear her mind. Whatever adrenaline she had before was gone, now all she had was her unending fear for her Sammy.

She had no idea how she was going to explain this to Dean or to Bobby.

God she wished that her parents were here.

She wished that John was here.

"So...bed-rest and...that's it? That's all you can tell me?" Mary asked. "No medications? No possible...anything?"

"Unfortunately not." the doctor told her. "Miscarriages are such a thing that we can't really do anything to prevent it. Your body is in such a position that anything could tip the scales."

Yeah, she's heard that before.

"Mary, I'd like to know what kind of support you're getting at home." the doctor said, taking out her notes once more and looking them over. "You didn't put down a home address or phone number, you're unmarried, and you said that you already have a child that you're responsible for."

"...I'm currently staying with Bobby Singer." Mary said quietly. "He's...a family friend."

The doctor made a face that he quickly tried to smooth over. "Bobby Singer." he repeated. "And...do you feel safe there?"

There was a story there that ordinarily she'd want to know but she couldn't give a damn about right now.

"Yeah." Mary answered. "I'm safe."

The doctor didn't look like he believed her but nodded. "Alright. Do you give permission to...Bobby Singer to talk to me and vice versa? I think it would be better for someone else to know about this and have a second opinion and another pair of hands."

Bobby said that he'd help, that he'll be responsible and help her out in whatever way she needed him to. She just didn't know if this was something she could ask of him as well.

"I don't know." she said quietly.

"Talk to him and if the both of you agree for him to be the second person, just give my number a call and I'll talk to him and bring him up to speed, I'll tell him so you won't have to." the doctor told her.

"Alright."

"Mary, I know that this all seems very scary. But we're going to do everything in our power to make sure that your baby is alright." the doctor told her. "Your health is our primary concern as well."

"You're going to get through this Mary, everything is going to be alright."

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