In Spite of All the Danger (Paul McCartney fanfiction)

Chapter 21: Here Comes the Sun

They took Mary back into the emergency room to take tests, we sat emotionless in the waiting room, Paul had his eyes locked on the door waiting for someone to come out it. It felt like time was standing still waiting and waiting. Finally a nurse came out of the doors Paul stood up so did I.

"You're Mary McCartney's parents, right?" She asked us our faces both flushed with worry, we both nodded. "She's doing okay... she just has a little bit of pneumonia. It's common for premature babies even if they're now in her case a month old to catch diseases, she'll be okay," Paul breathed out hard a little relieved. 

"Can we see her?" Paul asked holding my hand tight, his voice cracked a little bit from his nervousness. The nurse sighed looking at our anxious faces.

"Yeah.. she's in an incubator for now to try to keep germs from getting at her. She's getting oxygen and food through tubes right now. There she is," She said bringing us to Mary who looked so helpless. She looked up at us through the glass, Paul and I waved at her. She smiled a little at us, Paul had tears streaming down his face. I didn't even know I did until he reached over and wiped them away. 

"She'll be okay... she'll be okay... she'll be okay," I repeated to Paul but mostly to myself. We walked out of the emergency room, we had to go home. We were on our way home without our daughter. I couldn't help the tears coming down my face neither could Paul. It started to rain well actually pour on our way home. We both said nothing just stared at the rain that reflected how we both felt. When we got home we got out of the car and Paul held on to me tight. We walked in the door everyone was waiting for us, they looked worried when they saw Mary wasn't with us. 

"Is she okay?" Charlie asked he looked like he was ready to cry as did everyone else. More tears just fell down my face thinking about Mary's little face in the glass incubator. 

"Yeah... she just has pneumonia but she has to stay at the hospital for awhile," I mumbled through the tears that fell down my face. Paul carried me upstairs we got into bed. We just layed in silence no movement at all. I layed on Paul's chest which was wet from my tears. Felt his steady comforting heartbeat like the first night held me. "She's going to be okay right, Paul?"

"Yeah.. she'll be alright.. they said she will.." Paul whispered stroking my hair. "She'll be home soon.. everything will be okay, our baby will be okay," He just stopped talking after that. I didn't want to say anything either, I didn't know what else I could say that we hadn't already. I figured it would be best to leave everything I was thinking unspoken. 

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A week went by we visited Mary everyday for a hour, she seemed to be doing okay. They didn't say when she'd be coming home or anything. We didn't talk much in the house, Paul just went to work while I layed around all day waiting for him to come home. Another week went by everything just felt like it was going by so slow, we wanted our baby back home with us. We were just getting restless now. I woke up it was August 14 and saw Paul sleeping, I went downstairs no one was there. It was too early in the morning for anyone else to really be awake. I sat at the kitchen table as the light was starting to come in the window. I decided to call the hospital to see how Mary was doing, I was just so worried about her. It was ringing and ringing until someone finally picked up.

"Hello?" The woman said I figured she was a nurse. "How can I help you?" 

"Hi, um.. my daughter is there she's only about a month and half old and I was wondering how she was," I said low not wanting anyone to hear me in the house. 

"Mary? Is she your daughter?" She asked me, tears came to my eyes at the sound of her name.

"Yes.. Mary McCartney.." I said choking up a little.