Mary turned onto her side, curling up as best as she could, trying to breathe through the pain, clenching her legs tightly together.
It had started in the morning, had been just her normal amount of pain that she had gotten accustomed to. But slowly throughout the day it started to get worse and worse until she could barely move.
The past almost three months had gone by faster than she thought it would. She was almost at seven months of her pregnancy and quite frankly, her doctor was honest with her and had confessed that he didn't think she would've made it this far.
She didn't physically flip him off but she did in her mind and that still counted.
But in all fairness, the doctor was a godsend. He was patient with her and with Bobby, even the few times that they had to call in the middle of the night due to some reason, like more pain or the fact that there were times she didn't think she could move her legs.
Everything was fine, or at least as fine as it could be, but he never held it against them that they called and always comforted her.
She saw him in his office every two weeks as requested, Bobby was diligently taking notes about everything she felt, ate, and did and would give it to the doctor. At first the doctor was very apprehensive about talking to Bobby about anything but Mary had stood by him and slowly, the man warmed up to him.
And she listened to everything that the doctor told her to do. She laid in bed and on the couch, even when she went outside the few times it was short and most of the time she would end up laying down on the backseat of her car in lieu of anything else.
Her car was fixed, Bobby had fixed it a week after she had been put to bedrest, and it's the one they used to go to town to go to the hospital. At the very least, that was something that was working.
Dean was torn and confused, alternating between spending his time pressed up to her and following Bobby around the house and yard in fascination. He was incredibly curious about the cars around them and would watch as Bobby fixed them. He had even been delegated helper in holding the wrench and was over the moon about that one job.
He asked about John a lot, curious as to why they were here without him or his grandparents. Mary struggled to answer that, trying to find the best way to explain to him why they were, technically, hiding and running away.
She knew that she didn't describe it in the best way and Dean was still confused but slowly stopped asking.
She didn't know what it meant that he stopped asking. He was a very intuitive child despite his young age so maybe he knew that asking wasn't going to give him any good answers.
Or maybe he was just trying to understand everything in his own way. Most of his focus went to the baby in her stomach regardless of anything else. He knew that Sammy was still sick and if she used that as a distraction, well...
Only Bobby was around to judge her and he wasn't.
She heard a noise and slowly opened her eyes, watching Dean dragging her blanket from their bedroom towards the couch as best as he could. Most of it was on the ground as he moved it.
She didn't even have the strength to say anything to him or tell him that she didn't need the blanket. So eventually he managed to get it to the couch and tried to pull it up to cover her.
Breathing out slowly Mary reached out and took his hand in hers, squeezing it slightly as she tried to ride out the pain like she had for a while. Dean moved around her and curled into her as best as he could, holding onto her hand.
She could hear footsteps and the rest of the blanket was properly placed around her and Dean. She looked up at Bobby who was staring at her in slightly fearful that he was trying to hide.
"Need to call the doctor?" he asked, swallowing hard when she nodded. "Anything else I should tell him?"
"It's getting worse." Mary managed to whisper to him. "A lot worse."
Bobby nodded at that, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder before going to the kitchen where after a moment she could hear him talking to the doctor slowly.
When he came back he had a bit of a grave expression on his face. "Doc says he wants you to come in immediately." he told her. "Wants to make sure that you're okay. You up to that?"
The very thought of moving almost made her want to cry but she gritted her teeth and slowly moved to sit up, breathing as evenly as she could and shaking. "Okay." she said slowly. "Let's go."
She was in her pajamas and no bra, because her breasts were too sensitive for that right now, but the idea of moving more to change her clothes made her want to throw up. She wasn't in her best appearance but the doctor had already seen up inside of her so she had a feeling that they had passed that stage of appropriate dressing.
Bobby reached down and carefully picked her up, carrying her to the passenger seat of her car as Dean followed them. It was a warm May day, May second if she remembered correctly and thankfully she just needed her sandals which Bobby helped her to put on once she was in the car.
They drove quickly to the hospital and she wasn't sure where Bobby had gotten it but he had managed to get her a wheelchair. He picked Dean up and quickly brought them into the doctor's office where she was immediately taken in, at this point all of the office knew her story and knew to let her go in the second she came in. Within seconds she was on the table and attached to multiple machines.
The doctor glanced periodically at the machines that were on her stomach before taking her blood pressure, feeling around her stomach as another shot of pain went through her.
He looked at the screen once more before turning to the nurse and nodding before gently taking Mary by the arm and bringing her over to the bed so that she could lay down.
"What's happening?" Mary demanded, shaking as she looked at the machines as she tried to make heads or tails about what the doctor saw.
"You need to lay down and get ready." the doctor told her as he gently pushed her onto the bed as the nurses placed her legs into the stirrups. "You're going into labor."
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To everyone talking about John, don't worry he is coming into the story very, very soon and we'll be getting a deep view into everything that has been happening with him between Mary leaving and now.
