Trying to Recall
Title: Trying to Recall Part3A Fandom: Supernatural Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: John, Mary Disclaimer I don't own 'em, I just play with 'em. Feedback: Absolutely! Summmary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #051 - water. Mary has lost her memory. Mary''s point of view.
John woke to hear retching in the bathroom. He got up and opened the door to find me, pale and sweating, clinging to the toilet. John got a glass of water and then knelt down by me. I started to get dry heaves. John held my long hair back and said, "I'm here, Mary. It's going to be okay."
"I was trying not to wake you."
"Don't worry about something like that," he spoke softly by my ear. "Think you can make it back to bed?"
"I want to stay right here," I groaned. "I don't dare get too far away."
"Okay, then. I'll be right back."
I hung my head and wondered when I would feel better. I rinsed my mouth with the glass of water and it seemed to make me feel better, but not much.
John came back in with some flat 7-up, crackers and a blanket.
"I can't eat," I told him.
"They're for later, if you need them," John explained. "Did you want some flat soda?"
I nodded. He held the glass for me as I took a small sip.
"Enough?" he asked.
I nodded slowly. John shifted around until his back was against the bathroom wall. Then, he drew me to him. My body relaxed against the comfortable feeling of his body. John pulled a blanket up to cover us. "I wish I could make this go away, honey," John stroked my hair and it was such a welcomed distraction from my stomach issues. "Try to relax," his lips brushed my forehead. "I'm just staying her until you can go back to bed."
"Thank you, my voice was weak.
"I'm not doing anything compared to you," he had a gravelly whisper. "I've slept in much worse positions, but I've never been pregnant."
"Next time, you get to have the baby," I told him.
"How?"
"You're inventive. Figure something out." I had a small smile.
"I'll work on that," his voice rumbled in his chest. "I love you."
"I love you back," I replied before I fell to sleep.
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I woke up in bed. John felt me shift my position and said, “I put a bucket by the bed. Need me to grab it for you?”
“No, not right now, anyway,” I never knew when the nausea would hit next.
John moved until he fit perfectly beside me. “Should I bring you in to the doctor?”
“I think women get sick, John,” I tried to sound reassuring.
“I doubt they camp out on the bathroom floor,” he chuckled a little.
“I don’t know how the doctor could help,” I replied.
“The only way to know is to go in,” John reasoned. “As soon as you’re up to it, we’re going. I’ve made up my mind.”
“What about work?”
“I’ll go back after you get checked out,” John’s thumb absentmindedly stoked my arm. “The guys at the garage understand. They have wives and kids.”
“They must be nice guys,” I said thoughtfully. “I wish I could remember them.”
“I’ll take you there to meet them when you’re up to it,” John promised. “But for now, let’s get you to the clinic.”