Pennywise the Human remembered a lot of the way his life had been turned upside down. The day he first met Maturin, the day he met his mentor, the moment when him and his former flame parted ways and of course the day he woke from being dead to find himself stripped of his powers, reduced to a pathetic thing that must depend on another to survive.

He'd like to imagine, compared to his brethren, he had suffered the most amongst them. At least he never heard from another Devourer that they'd be reduced to a shambling, weak thing that can't even shapeshift. He'd deal with it. Eventually and it was not without trouble. At first, it was insanely difficult for him to adjust becoming human. He missed being able to see, to shift and know instinctively what to do, what to be. While he was glad to be alive, part of him wished he had ended up barred from this dimension. Another part is horrified, because deep down, it fears knowing by the time he gathered enough energy to become physical again, you and your child would be gone – forever. And even he does not know what happens to human souls that fades naturally. Life is not their domain and though they dance with death, they are never allowed to enter its kingdom. It is their law as an Eternal, his mentor warned him.

He was fortunate, he was given a second chance, to be able to be physical in a world that by right should be barred to him.

That does not mean he enjoyed finding out what it feels like to be mortal. To be constricted, to feel all these emotions that comes out of nowhere, no longer being able to do whatever he wants, whenever he likes without risking his life and his family. Those lessons were learned hard and it was not without moments when his mate nearly kicked his ass out or threaten to leave him in Derry unless he, quote "grow the fuck up" end quote.

So he learned patience, beyond what he usually does. He learned to watch and wait, to hide without glamour and to grin and bear the insults that he would never have tolerated before.

Eventually, though he's stuck in an upside down, he slowly learns to walk right side up.

Until this morning.

Pennywise woke to his head feeling fogged up. For a while, as he brushes way his dreams, he wondered why exactly he feels so…tired. Well, more tired than usual. Then his eyes fall upon his daughter's sleeping form, her hair spread like a blanket beneath her.

Then he remembered…you were hurling in the toilet and he'd gone to get a glass of water…and then…and then…

Despite being stripped of his powers, it is wrong to assume Penny is completely human. He can sense his former strength spread wide all over Derry but he could not access it. Like a computer unable to connect to the internet without a wifi. The one time he tried, he ended up bed-ridden for a week, his nose gushing blood while his head made love to a chainsaw. Pennywise remembered how you had to practically bribe a doctor to see him, considering the fact that neither Penny nor Eggy are documented.

It was the first and only time he tried and afterwards he simply depending on Eggy to help him whenever they require a divine intervention.

This time he doesn't need to; he can sense something had meddled with his memories…no, not something – someone.

Penny growls, jumping out, ignoring his woozy head as he stumbles towards the toilet, hands clambering against the walls, pressing on light-switches as he slams against the bathroom door. He swings it open, wishing greatly that you'd be there…

It's empty.

Time stops, Penny takes in the empty glass of water, the smell of vomit and blinks again and again hoping you'd reappear.

The kitchen, yes, perhaps you're in the kitchen. Penny stumbles again, calling your name weakly, hoping to hear an answer. But the house remains silent and panic rises within him.

It's too early for you to leave work and no matter what you had always bid him and Eggy goodbye before going to the office. Always. Something feels wrong, off and it's pissing Penny off that he doesn't know what…

…except he does…

He may not have the power to confirm it but this stinks of Bob.

Fortunately, Penny doesn't have to use anything to confirm that hunch because his phone starts to ring. With a speed not used since forever, Penny rushes towards his phone and nearly melts with relief to see your name on it.

"[Y/N], where are you? Do you know how –"

"Hey, kiddo." Bob's raspy voice answers. Penny wishes, even to Matu-dick, that he could strangle someone over the phone.

"Where is she?" Penny barks, thinking of a million ways to flay someone.

Bob answers blithely, "Calm down, brat. She's at the hospital."

Penny feels as though someone had tossed him into a frozen pool. "What? How, why, which hospital?" he asks urgently.

"First of all – calm down."

"Don't you ask me to calm down you son of a bitch! If she's hurt, I swear to you, by the Crimson King, I will end you."

"Jeez, not even two years as a human and you're being all sappy. She's not dead, she just won't stop being sick. She spent the whole night vomiting non-stop, even I know that this isn't a normal pregnancy sickness."

Penny wonders if he could use the human imagination to snap Bob's legs into pieces, "So why didn't you wake me up? She's my mate! I should be the one taking her to the hospital – not you!"

"You're welcomed, dear. But you're sick too and you, driving? Do you want her to die?"

"Fuck you!"

"Aww, it's kind of early but that's fine. Safe word's still 'Gunslinger' and I still go by 'Daddy'."

Penny wonders if he was ever this exasperating with you and makes a note to buy all that expensive chocolate from his commission just to make up for it.

"Hospital name." he demands through gritted teeth. Penny can hear Bob chuckling softly.

"Manners, brat."

"Hospital name, please."

"It's the Derry General Hospital. Room 47. Oh, and by the way you may want to hurry, I'm no expert with mothers but I don't think hers is impressed that you're not here." With that Bob hangs up, leaving Penny to stare at his phone with horror.