Francis worried and worried over the unconscious body of his wife. She had been sleeping for almost a week after she had lost her baby. She had seen the blood after Conde pointed it out once the man had brought Mary to her room by her request as Francis was busy helping Lola get John to behave as the baby was fussing. Apparently she had lost too much blood so when Conde and Francis went to make sure she was fine, she fell and passed out in front of them.
The sheer panic was noticeable in his eyes and his mother tried as much as she dared to get her son away from his wife to make sure he didn't go mad with grief and fear. "Francis you must rest." Catherine told her son as he sat next to Mary's sleeping form. Her skin was pale and her hair was stuck to her face by sweat.
"The physicians say that they worry about her. She shows signs of responding to words but can't respond with words. She twitches and moves." Francis whispered. He just watched Mary breath in and out, a rhythm that he hated now. Oh how much he would give to see her breath quicken and her breasts rise up and down in anger at him, or how her breath would turn long and pleasure filled when they made love. He wanted her to hug him, kiss him, hit him, it didn't matter.
He wanted her touch. "Francis she is going to wake. She is doing better. Her skin has brought back some color, and she is showing signs of life." Catherine said as she sat next to her son, stroking his golden curls. He looked to Catherine, tears collecting in his eyes. "Mother I can't lose her. I love her so much." Catherine cooed and pulled Francis to her, letting him cry in her arms.
"You wont lose her my darling. She will live. She is strong, a very strong Queen, stronger than me. She fights back against the toughest of things and lives through it all." Catherine told her son. He shook his head. "You should have seen her when me and Conde went to check on her. She was crying and sobbing as she tried to walk to me, crying that she lost the baby and felt like a horrible mother, even if she wasn't one yet." He whispered. He felt gulit cover his insides as he remembered his wife's face as she sobbed over the lost of their baby.
He had tried to comfort her but she just sobbed and pulled at her hair, sobbing that she felt the baby. Felt it leave her. And then she had passed out. Catherine pulled her son up from his seat. "Go take a bath, get some clean clothes and eat something. You look like death just kissed you." She whispered. He shook his head and sat back down.
Catherine seemed to give up. "I will send food up here. Eat darling. So Mary has something to come back to."
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Francis had begun to look himself again after eating. Mary did also. Color had come back to her face and her hair no longer stuck to her face. She began to shift in the bed until her golden eyes opened slowly. Francis was playing with her wedding ring, basking in the glory of the woman he loved. She moaned in pain, making the man look up to see golden orbs staring back at him. "Mary." He whispered before catching her lips in his.
"My God. I missed you." He whispered with a smiled cutting at his lips. Mary smiled gently. "I didn't notice I was gone." He shook his head and sat on the bed, holding her head in his hands. Mary held onto his wrist as he pressed kisses to her face and neck. "You don't know how much I missed you.I missed everything about you. About your fiery spirit that makes me love you more." Mary smiled then moaned in pain at her throat.
"What's wrong?" Francis asked, his smile turning into a frown. "My throat. And my stomach." She moaned in pain and curled up into a ball. "I will get the physician."
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Francis sighed softly as he slept next to his wife. She was doing much better. She was still on bed rest but Francis refused to leave her side until she was able to walk around. But he still didn't sleep. Mary touched his face gently, breaking him from his trance. "You need rest. Your mother tells me you didn't sleep at all." She said quietly. Francis smiled and scooted closer to her.
"I slept some but not much."He whispered. She kissed his cheek. "Then rest my love. Your mother says you had hope I would live and I am alive." He smiled and drifted to sleep with his wife in his arms.
