It seemed like Marshall had been driving for hours from the crime scene to the hospital. The car journey was so long. What if she was already gone? What if he couldn't make it in time? The runner said she didn't have long. Marshall was shaking. He had already lost her in some sort of way. He couldn't loose her fully. After the journey which seemed to last a life time he finally had arrived at the hospital and he was now racing through the corridors. "Could you tell me where Mary Shannon is!", he was out of breath, he needed to see her. "And who are you Sir? A relative?", the woman was very calm, as she was used to this sort of behaviour. "I am a US Marshal, Inspector Mann, now tell me where Mary Shannon is now!", as soon as the words US Marshal passed his lips she was up right a way showing his where she was. "Please tell me if you need anything Sir." she pointed her hand to Mary's room and walked away. Marshall stood at the door frame with his hands on top of his head. Mary was just about breathing. The image of her being hooked up to all these machines pained Marshall. God knows how she was feeling if he was feeling like this. He had managed to let himself into the room and pull a chair up to her bed. He placed his hand on top of hers. Marshall felt Mary's hand twitch when he put his hand on hers. He looked up at her but still nothing. "Come on Mare, two days without me and you're already in hospital? I'm not gunna have to come back am I? Even though I would love that. We need you back. I need you back. Norah needs you back. She loves you too much for you to go now. Jesus I do. Shit, well you know what I mean.". Marshall stopped himself from talking anymore. He got up and kissed Mary on her forehead, then sat back down. "I'm not leaving until you wake back up.". Marshall had drifted off to sleep.
Mary heard everything. She was awake but her eyes were still closed. Dd he really mean all of that? It must be the shock of it all. He had fell asleep with his hand still on hers. She rubbed it with her thumb, just like previous day when he had been talking about what she was doing that night. He woke slowly until he realised what had happened and where he was, "yeah you can leave now Doofus." Mary had finally managed to open her eyes. Marshall was now sat up straight. "So you heard all of that then?", his hand still on hers. "Yes, most part anyways." She lied, she heard everything. All of it. "How are you? What happened? Why didn't you tell me you went out?", Marshall was concerned about her. Although what he said on the balcony and all that stuff, he still cared about her. And even though she didn't call for him, he still came running. "Marshall jeez whats with the twenty questions douche bag. I've just been stabbed, how do you think I feel? I walked into the store whilst it was being robbed, I was on my way to see Colin, I hadn't seen him in a while and it was time for me to visit him, instead of waiting for him to finish work I visited the store. I didn't think I needed to tell you. Anything else Chief?". Mary was hurt after saying all of that, her chest felt really tight and Marshall could see that. "What's up Mare, is it your chest? And well, you didn't need to tell me, I just used to it you know.", Marshall stood as he said these words, straightening his shirt out, he didn't know Abigail had just arrived outside. "So I have to go back to the office now but let me know if there's anything you need, I'll let Jinx know what has happened, I'll ensure Mark or Joanne keeps Norah." He leant down to kiss Mary on the forehead as Abigail had walked in. "How's it going Inspector?", they both turned around, shocked as each other. "I've come to get a statement about what happened and a profile on our robber, seems like you had a pretty good view.", Abigail came to the end of the bed and was now staring at Mary. "Okay so I'll be going now, let me know if you need anything at all Mary. I'm sure Abs has this one covered.", he walked straight out, not even looking at Abigail. Something wasn't right about this. He took a few steps out of the door and stood about near the corridor, far away enough for him not so be spotted, but close enough to hear what Abigail and Mary were saying.
"So how you holding up?", Abigail sat were Marshall had been seated, notepad in her hand. "A little shaken, but I'll be fine, you?". "I'm good thanks. So we need a profile for this guy, and to find out why you were there.", Abigail didn't look at her once, just staring at her notepad ready to write. "I was visiting Colin as we haven't seen each other for a while, instead of waiting for him to finish work I visited him at the store, I needed to be over that way today anyways, the store was already being robbed when I had walked in, the robber was alone. He had went for Colin so I jumped in front when I got my chest popped," she paused to let Abigail catch up with the story and continued, Abigail looked up and nodded ready for Mary to continue, "he was erm, late 30s early 40s, dark haired, green eyes possibly, about 5'10/5'11, average build, rough facial hair. Sorry Abigail that's all I can remember.", Mary's chest was hurting again, all she wanted to do was rest. "It's okay Mary that'll be quite enough. Rest up." Abigail hadn't wanted to say these words but it was part of the job kind of. "Abigail, I know I am not exactly you're favourite person at the moment but you and Marshall must sort this out, I know it's none of my business really but he's really down Abigail. You have to accepted that", this part really hurt Mary, "he chose you over me, that was big of him Abigail.", Mary had only hoped that Abigail would leave it at that. Back outside Marshall was still there and he had heard every word, he was proud of Mary for saying that, it was hard for him to hear, never mind for her to say. "In all fairness Mary, it has nothing to do with you anymore. Marshall is mine. You fucked him about for far too long. He was your only friend.", Abigail was angry with her. What did it have to do with her anymore, Marshall was hers now. "Abigail I'm sick of your shit, I've been nothing but nice to you ever since you came in and caught his eye. I've had enough. I would like you to leave. Now.", Mary couldn't be bothered with her. She had not said anything out of line to her. Abigail walked out the room. Luckily Marshall had heard her come out so he had time to move.
Do you think Abigail was out of line there? What's next for Abigail and Marshall?