Relocated... again (Open to Island One)
After the rescue, everything was a blur. Mary remembered begging Cas to make sure Johnny made it back to the apartment. Begging them all not to give up on him just yet. It raised questions. Questions that nobody pushed too hard because she was in rough shape as it was. Someone suggested taking her to the hospital and someone else shot that down. It would raise too many questions. She didn’t have much chance to fight as she was brought back to the tiny apartment and someone gave her medical care. Later, she wouldn’t remember who. Castiel had done as asked and Johnny was placed in the bed. Maybe Mary looked worse than she had guessed because no one argued all that much when she climbed into bed with him. It wasn’t like there were many other places to sleep and she wasn’t ready to let go just yet. He had to come back from this. Didn’t he? If he could heal from that fight with the dragon… He just had to.
She didn’t know how long it took, just that it took too damn long. She checked him every time she woke over long enough to do so, and each time he was still, clammy, not breathing, no heartbeat. Then suddenly… she woke up to the sound of heavy breathing. Her fingers found the pulse in his neck. She almost laughed with relief. Almost. If he was breathing again, he would heal from this. She was sure of that.
Mary started to get better a little bit over the next few days. She wasn’t well, but she was there for the few times that Johnny regained consciousness long enough to choke down a snack or take some water. She was glad that she was able to be there for it, and she hated the idea that he’d gone through this on his own after the dragon attack.
She wasn’t sleeping all that well and she had no desire to talk to anyone about what had actually happened. It was simply easier to focus on healing her own physical wounds and making sure Johnny was taken care of as he healed too. The questions would come soon. Oh, she was sure of that. She was preparing for it and she didn’t honestly know how it was going to look when the other shoe came down on them.
She certainly wasn’t prepared for that period of resting and healing to be cut short. Instead of in bed, she awoke to the sensation of gritty sand beneath her. Her cuts itched and the skin was extra tender as though it had been burned. It was only once she opened her eyes and sat up that she realized that all skin that wasn't covered in bandages was lobster red in the face of a sun that was beating down on her. But then again, red… things were in color again. She looked around further, trying to get a feel for where the hell she was. A beach stretched out before her, waves rolling in and rolling out with a rhythmic sound. As she turned, she saw lush greenery behind her. She was also wearing jeans and a white button-down shirt that she'd never seen before.