(Ill be honest, drama is not my bit, I'm not good at it, so I hope with every ounce of my being you enjoy this next installment, please comment, constructive criticism is welcome, but be easy on me ;) Thanks to everyone who has commented and favorite both myself and this story, I am truly flattered, enjoy!)

"WHAT THE HELL'S HAPPENING?" Marshall screamed at the people swarming around his partner,

"Sir, we are going to have to ask you to step back!"

"NO! TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED, MAKE IT STOP!"

"There isn't anything we can do until her doctor examines her!"

"Clearly, there is something wrong! Are you too thick headed to see the god damn blood? Jesus Christ!" he continued.

Marshall watched, his eyes bulging from his skull, the vein in his forehead nearly exploding from his face as the woman who had been tending to Mary threw on some rubber gloves,

"We have a ruptured placenta! We have to prep her for an emergency C-Section!" she ordered to the staff around her, ignoring Marshall and his worried tears pouring down his cheeks.

He began to shake his head wildly, barely believing his ears until the monitor began to scream once more. The words,

"She's crashing" filled up the hollow area in his mind, where his usually calm and sound brain occupied rather than the panic and emptiness he had to put up with right now.

This time two nurses shoved him to the wall, while another worked on Mary,

"We need a crash cart, all right everyone, CLEAR!"

Marshall sobbed as he watched her body absorb the shock with a violent upward motion, but the heart monitor continued to scream,

"No, PLEASE! THIS IS THE WOMAN I LOVE, PLEASE DON'T LET ME LOSE HER, I ALMOST DID ONCE ALREADY!" he had made his way back toward the still seemingly lifeless Mary, but again was shoved back,

"Get him out of here! One, two, three, CLEAR!" the young doctor demanded. Again, Mary absorbed the shock violently,

"PLEASE! MARY, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!" Marshall begged to her unresponsive body.

"I'm not going to say this again. ..HERE!" This time the two ladies that had been trying to keep Marshall at a distance, started to struggle to get him out the door, and finally after putting up a fight for about thirty seconds his knees buckled, making it exponentially easier for them to effortlessly push him out of the room.

They closed the door in his face, but he still sat, listening and weeping,

"One, two, three, CLEAR!" And then there was silence. He sat there, breathing as quietly as possible, and listening with more intent, letting the horrifying reel of the screaming monitors and lifeless Mary take hold of him.

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

Contrary to popular belief, you could hear silence, and it was deafening.

He stood up to peek through the window, but there was no use, Marshall remained for what seemed like forever waiting outside, but in actuality it was only really thirty seconds at the most when the door burst open, from the room, the nurses were pulling his partner, was she dead?

"Sir, are you the father?" But he couldn't speak.

"Sir, we have to get Ms. Shannon down to the O.R for an emergency C-Section, a nurse will lead you to the waiting room…"

"No! I want to go in!" He argued as he maintained pace with the nurses pulling Mary away.

"M-marshalll.." Mary groaned. His heart jumped up into his throat, surprised to hear her, surprised she could even be awake, and he turned toward her without losing his steady speed to keep up with the bed. He grabbed her hand,

"What Mare?" he asked,

"I-

"What?" he cried.

"I-I don't. I don't want you to leave me…" she sputtered, her words coming in slurs.

"I won't, I love you Mary and you know that!"

"I mean- don't leave me ever." She repeated again.

"You're not saying?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, his rejection bubbling up from his heart to be replaced by hope.

"I am- I want to marry yyyouuuuu…" she whispered again before she turned her head away to let her eyes close once more.

"Why did she? MARY!" Marshall ran his finger through her damp blonde hair, "Come back." He begged.

"Sir, we have to turn into the O.R now, you're going to have to follow-

"I'm not leaving!"

"FINE! THEN GO WITH THE NURSE TO GET SCRUBS!" The young woman huffed in a bout of rage, pointing in the direction of a girl tapping her foot furiously on the floor. Marshall took no time; he slid into the garments that were handed to him in a matter of seconds, tying his cap to conceal his messy brown locks and then a mask to hide most of his worry twisted face. The girl dragged him into the room, where he immediately ran toward his partner.

"Just another Dad, who thinks he should be in the delivery room, when he shouldn't be…." He heard the doctor mumble through her mask.

He stumbled over to Mary. Marshall looked down at her, her eyes were shut and her face didn't have the normal rosy undertone it usually had, he tried to write off the fact that only a few minutes ago she had slipped through his fingers, at that moment he found that even a baby, a little Mary, couldn't have fixed not having her. Even now it wouldn't be the same, because he wasn't even sure if there was a baby anymore. He wanted a baby, but he wanted Mary. He wasn't God, he didn't want to think about something like that. He wouldn't ever want to have to choose.

Marshall, looked over the curtain they had put up to block her from seeing even though she was unconscious, and probably so hopped up on pain meds it didn't even matter if she saw it or not. Slowly the doctor made an incision; Marshall looked away, not in disgust, but because he knew Mary wouldn't have let him watch if she had been awake. Even at deaths door she was beautiful he thought,

"I have the head." He looked up, as if in mistrust to see the doctor had successfully displaced the head from Mary's abdomen, it was nearly a sight out of a horror movie, what was normally a very clean and amazing experience for women was of course going to be like hell for Mary Shannon, how could Marshall expect anything different? The amount of blood rising up from her womb was massive and he found his stomach doing flips at the sight of it, he settled his turning stomach and focused his attention back down to Mary.

"All right Mare, ready or not, you're gonna be a mother after all…" he whispered, choking back tears, wondering if it was even possible for her to survive something as visually psychologically scarring as he had just witnessed.

"The baby is out!" Another woman came to take the baby away, they gave him no update, they told him nothing about the child, but simply whisked it away, and then began to work on Mary,

"I'm removing the placenta, have abdominal packing at the ready to stop this bleeding." He watched as the doctors hands moved quickly while Mary's heart started to climb and fall, climb and fall.

"It looks like I'll be able to save the reproductive organs, hand me the clamp and the sutures."

Marshall cringed at the sound of the tools clanging together,

"I'm removing the abdominal packing- bleeding has been controlled I need suction."

Again, the monitors began to screech,

"We're losing her." Echoed through the O.R and at that moment whether it was the gut wrenching sounds of the suction or the mind boggling screech of the medical equipment, he stood up only to feel his knees buckle under him again and he was met with sheer darkness.