Written By: xwildatheart
Couple Portrayed: Mary S./Marshall M.
Warning(s): May contain coarse language not suitable for young readers.
**This chapter was inspired by the songs Look After You by The Fray and Build You Up by Kim Taylor.**
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The next night, Mary lay awake in her bed. 'Damn it', she cursed mentally as her door opened, revealing her mother . "Mary, sweetheart? Are you awake?" Jinx whispered. Mary feigned being asleep so she wouldn't have to talk to her. She even added in a soft snore to make it more realistic. "Mary, I know you're awake. You don't snore." Jinx scolded. "What, mom." Mary spat, sitting up. Jinx jumped at her daughter's spitfire attitude. "Um, Marshall is here for you…" she whispered, clearly hurt by Mary's reaction. "Fine. Send him in."
"Mare? How are you feeling?" Marshall asked. "I'm fine, doofus." "No, you're not. You were shot Mary. How are you, really?" he retorted. Mary took a deep breath. "My stomach hurts, my back is sore, I have a killer headache that won't go away, Jinx and Brandi won't leave me alone, I haven't slept at all today, I haven't eaten anything, and worst of all, I can't leave this mother humping bed without question." Mary vented, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm missing work, and I can't remember what the bastard's face looks like." She added, letting the tears fall. "Oh, Mare…" Marshall soothed, gently rubbing Mary's back. "It's going to get better, I promise. Besides, I'm here to relieve your family of playing doctor. You need to stay in a less stressful environment, so you're staying with me for a while. Get packed up, we leave in 15 minutes." He explained. "Jesus, Marshall. I love you like an $8 hooker!" Mary exclaimed, kissing his cheek.
Back at Marshall's, Mary unpacked her suitcase in the guest bedroom. After grabbing a towel, she lifted up her shirt to take off the dressing on her abdomen. "Mare, I'm making dinner. What do you-?" Mary lifted her head up look at Marshall. "Christ, Mary..." He stared at her stomach, remembering how much it hurt to get shot. "Marshall…" Mary began, seeing the expression on her partner's face. Marshall's eyes shot up to look at her face. His blue eyes were a dark blue, tainted with guilt and pity. "Don't do that, Marshall." "Do what?" "Don't think that any of this is your fault. You didn't shoot me, got that? For the love of God, you were in this same situation a few months ago. You turned out fine. I'm going to be fine." Marshall's eyes went back and forth between her wound and her face. "If I had been there…" Mary leaned in toward her best friend, resting her forehead against his. "Shut up, doofus. Just be glad that I'm here now, instead of dwelling on the past." Marshall lifted his hand to Mary's face, brushing strands of hair out of her way. Mary pressed her cheek up against the palm of his hand and smiled. Marshall pressed his lips against her forehead and whispered, "You have no idea how glad I am, Kitten." He teased. Mary punched his shoulder and laughed. "I'm going to go shower. Go make dinner. I'm starving."
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