Freddie Gomez

"Maybe when you've done the whole baby thing alright?" No. Not a chance he, and he doubted Freddie, would want see her march off on some stupid adventure. Although he doubted they could stop her if she wanted to. But yeah, right now, baby. No adventuring. Not anymore. That was over for the both of them and although Butch was a little saddened at the thought of them not being able to go out and just cause havoc like they used to do. But there was going to be a whole new adventure for them now. Babies and kids, who'd have fucking thought the two idiots from the vault would be parents. "Your's Nosebleed, now come on, it's time to have a baby. Quit whinin' and fuckin' do what the Doc says before you break my hand off." All said with the utmost love and affection he could possibly muster under the strain of her crushing his hand.

As the small wail echoed through the room, both heads snapped towards the end of the bed. She'd done it. "You fuckin' did it Maria. Look you just had a fuckin' baby! Shit, I should watch my language. Nah fuck that you just had a baby! You're a Mom!" Freddie stood there with a look of amazement or shock, perhaps both. Just simply staring at the child that Preston was now wrapping up in a towel, a complacent smile resting on his lips.

"Congratulations to you both.

#Missmaria101 #ic #abmt

And Baby Makes Three;

Lucky her indeed. It was a good thing she supposed that it was happening in a flash than being drawn out — she’d talked about it with Susie not all that long ago and after hearing that with Ellie she’d been in labour for fifteen hours she’d had honest to god nightmares and prayed her duration wasn’t as long. Someone was really looking down on her in favour today. She liked to think that it was her parents really. Away forever but always around in spirit. Thanks Dad, thanks Mom.

As soon as Butch arrived she beamed and instantly grabbed for his hand, giving Freddie’s a break. Butch could take it and if he couldn’t then it was hard fucking luck, he wasn’t the one currently having a child.

"About time you got here Dumb Dumb. Pud isn’t fucking waiting." she laughs through the sweat and tears. Then she looks to Preston standing at her foot, prepared and ready for what was coming next. Push. She just had to push. Sounded simple enough even if it seemed to her akin to pushing a watermelon through the needle of a pin.

"I can’t, I CAN’T."

She was honestly terrified but this was her baby. Their baby. Daddy was here and now so was it’s uncle. The circle was incomplete but at least 2/3 of the most important men in her child’s life were here. So, she bites down on the bullet (or at least crushes Butch’s hand between hers) and pushes.

It was time to have a baby.

#Missmaria101 #ic #abmt #three muses in one post is more challenging then I thought haha

"Come on darlin' you can do this." If anyone can it was her, she'd been through so much and lost too much as well. It was high time she got something just for herself. Butch couldn't imagine anyone more suitable for the role as Mother then Maria, this kid was going to live like a fucking queen or king round here. Once again he mopped the beads of sweat from her brow and let her crush his hand, fuck it she was the one shoving a child out at the moment he wasn't even going to mention the numb hand and how he was pretty sure she could have fractured it.

Freddie somewhat nursed his painful hand, a nervous grin as the realization waved over him. They were about to have a baby. Like right now. Any minute now, they would hear the cries and there he or she would be. Their child. Nausea waved over him, not just because he was terrified and he had every reason to be but because this was a turning point in both their lives. He was going to have to man up, this child couldn't have a Father that jumped at his own shadow, they needed someone strong and confident to look up to and those words just didn't match Freddie at all. Obviously they had Maria, someone that was every bit confident and strong, she could do this he knew deep down that she would be a wonderful Mother. He doubted his own worth as a Father and whether he could step up to the role. But these thoughts came far too late, because doubt and reasoning would no longer help him. He would just have to manage, try his damned hardest to be the best role model he possibly could. All he could do right now was wait, encourage Maria along and be there for her.

"You're doing good Maria, keep going not long now. And again, push."

And Baby Makes Three;

The room was emptier than she wanted, where was Butch, Harkness — okay, he was probably on duty but Butch was supposed to be here he wasn’t running fast enough. Okay. That wasn’t fair but damn she was in distress she was allowed to be irrational and have outbursts of anger and emotion. If she could on anything else but the baby pushing it’s way out into the big wide world.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Breathe. Breath. In. Out. Fuuuck.

"Not far off?" She asks eyes trying to lock on Preston’s firmly. "You mean Pud is coming right now? I thought labour lasted hours…"

It was all a little bit of a blur from where she laid right now. Freddie running around, Preston professionally moving her into a more comfortable and appropriate position.

Shit. She wasn’t ready.

"Freddie. Freddie—" she holds out her hand. "We’re having a baby."

#Missmaria101 #ic #abmt #bullshitting my way through delivering a baby hahaha

"Yeah, y-yeah that's what he said." Oh mierda infierno. Soon! They were going to have a baby soon. Alright he knew this was coming. They had planned for this, he knew this. But the reality of it was they were having a baby. In a short time they would be holding their child and that was terrifying. Once again he had to push that thought aside just so he could concentrate on being there for Maria, however difficult it was he was trying his damned hardest to remain calm (ish) for her and their unborn child. "It depends, all instances are different in your case be lucky that is it going to be a relatively quick labor."

"W-we are. Y-you can do this tesoro." He was there, he would not buckle, he promised not to and he wouldn't. "Has it happened?!" His eyes snapped to the door, thank god. Butch. Just in case something did happen, at least he was not here. Within seconds he was at Maria's other side, brushing her hair from her brow and planting a kiss on top of her brow. "Y'ready for this Nosebleed, huh? Time to be a Mom." A dorkish grin beamed down on her. "Alright Maria, on your next contraction I want you to push."

And Baby Makes Three;

The bones in Freddie’s hand were under insurmountable stress but it was nothing compared to what she was feeling right now. Frankly she’d love to be having her hand crushed over this but she just had to think of the baby, think of the baby — at the end of this, if there were no complications, she’d finally get to meet her Little Pud. She smiles for a second at the thought. Her, Freddie and their child. A family. It was honestly insane to think. Taking in another deep breath she turns her perspired face to look at her partner who looked almost as distressed as her. “Freddie. Stay calm for us, please.” as much as she loved him now wasn’t the time to be worrying about him because she knew she’d fuss and stress wasn’t good for the baby. Not at such a vital time like this.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

"WHAT do you think I’ve been doing Doc?" she yells, pushed by the pain. She offers him an apologetic look and continues the pattern, slowly trying to reach down and remove her leggings. No use. "Cut them off if you have to just—" she groans again, eyes slamming shut. "DO something."

"Please Miss, just lay back we'll do everything else." He proceed to help Maria whilst Freddie managed to try and pry his hand away from Maria's and make his way to the cabinet with all the things ready and waiting for her. They had planned ahead, something to do with helping Freddie deal with the up and coming baby. His panic attacks, although somewhat hidden as best they could from Maria, had been apparent to Preston. He had suggested trying to make things easier for them both by preparing ahead of time. As the date grew closer, they had begun work on setting some things aside for her so they were easily accessed when the time came. That way Freddie wasn't bumbling around the clinic, like he already had been doing, and it would ease his mind knowing that everything was there for her when she needed it.

Which was right now.

He grabbed everything, whether they needed it now or not, there was probably way more than he needed, but better safe then sorry in the end. This was his child and Maria he was thinking about. No not thinking about the baby right now. Moving his way round the equipment he handed the bundle to Preston to got to work placing the towels around her and over her. "She's not far off now."

#Missmaria101 #ic #abmt

And Baby Makes Three;

Wasn’t somebody supposed to bring her painkillers because she could really do with a tonne of them right about fucking now. Deep breaths Maria, deep, calming, breaths —

How the fuck she was supposed to remain calm though, she really didn’t know. As Freddie returned she frantically searched for his hand, kneading the flesh when it came into contact with hers, squeezing each time Pud decided to send another ‘I’m coming’ shock wave through her system.

"Where’s Preston, does he have painkillers?" She groaned, "You did this to me."

Alright. Ouch. That hurt a lot. But he persisted because he couldn't even think about what she was going through right now without going dizzy and feeling faint. He had to concentrate on his job. Being there for Maria, without having an anxiety attack or crashing.

"H-He's coming n-now Maria." He winced at the words, because although true in some sense he didn't mean to. "I-I'm love. It'll be ov-over soon. P-Promise. J-Just think of the b-baby." No. He couldn't think of that right now. After all this they would have a baby. A child. The wave of nausea came over him as he tried to stop his knees from buckling.

Preston ignored the whole thing, moving around the room like it was someone that had come in with a headache. He urged him to hurry. To get on with it. "Now Maria deep breathes, in and out." He spoken in the most monotonous voice. "We need to remove your clothes firstly and check how far gone you are. Fredrick, you can go get your other half some painkillers, without destroying the rest of my clinic."

#Missmaria101 #ic #abmt

"Freddie, babe." he says hesitantly, holding her bulging stomach. "Uh." she doubted it was a false alarm this time. "Where's Preston?"

His eyes widened just for a moment. Alright no, more like a few moments as Maria came into the room with the dreaded question he knew had been lingering closer and closer. "In….in the b-back… why? Is i-it now?!"

Lying back as ordered she places her hands on her stomach and just breathes, in and out, in and out. Jesus this was scary. As Freddie rushed off she lifted up her hand, fingers reaching out for him — don’t leave me, come back, shout Preston you don’t need to go and GET him.

"Ffffffffffuu— Pud just stay inside, it’s warm in there and safe, much safer. Mama isn’t ready."

Not by a long shot.

He probably ran into nearly everything along the way to Preston, he didn't look back to check although the clattering sounds that laid waste behind him told him that he had not bothered to look where he was going. No time. Baby. Rounding the corner he holds himself up against the wall, panting and pointing in the direction of Maria.

"Is there a problem Fredrick?"

All he could manage was a frantic nod and more pointing. "Now. B-baby."

Preston slowly lowers his glasses, apparently not in as much of a panic and hurry as Freddie was. "Right firstly what have I told you. Panicking is not going to help any situation, I should only have to tell her to take deep breathes not you as well. Secondly, you know what we need, we discussed this, go on now. I'll go see how far gone she is."

With another frantic nod and a deep breathe he made his way (still bumping into everything) back into the room, instantly kneeling next to Maria, clasping her hand.

#Missmaria101 #ic #BABY

"Freddie, babe." he says hesitantly, holding her bulging stomach. "Uh." she doubted it was a false alarm this time. "Where's Preston?"

“Can’t it just stay in?” she whimpers, waddling over to sit on a bed. She was honestly terrified, while it was a joyous occasion she couldn’t stop that niggling terror that lingered in the deepest recesses of her mind. But Butch had promised her it wouldn’t happen and she trusted him more than anything in the entire goddamn world. It’ll be fine. It’ll be fine.

“It’s now Freddie, I really think so—” then she felt it. Pud was ready to pop.

#Missmaria101 #ic #BABYYYYYYYYY!

Right. Right. RIGHT. Baby. Now. He had to do something. Anytime now would be good. Staring blankly at the wall was not going to help matters much. If at all. "N-no, no mi tesoro. W-we need to l-lay you down." He managed unfreeze himself from the floor and make his way over to her, arms round her shoulders and one hooked under her arm to support her along to the bed. "I-I'll go get P-Preston, j-just try and s-stay calm." No matter the training he had had under Prestons management, he would have never been prepared for this situation.

"Freddie, babe." he says hesitantly, holding her bulging stomach. "Uh." she doubted it was a false alarm this time. "Where's Preston?"

His eyes widened just for a moment. Alright no, more like a few moments as Maria came into the room with the dreaded question he knew had been lingering closer and closer. "In....in the b-back... why? Is i-it now?!"

#missmaria101 #Preston will be delivering babies and giving Freddie smelling salts all at once haha

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Disease Management [Freddie | Mac]

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The commotion caused him to raise his eyebrows a bit, wondering briefly if Preston needed help and then realizing he didn’t care enogh to double check. If he was realyl hurt he’d start screaming, and then Mac would help. A grin tugged at his face as the mouse came poking around the corner. “Hi sweetheart, is your mom in?” he asked. He had to (sort of) mentally kick himself. He knew he was being a bit rude. Although he also didn’t really give a shit anymore. And okay FINE he was a little scared coming into the clinic so he overcompensated with dickishness BUT.. He cleared his throat. Wally probably would’ve slapped him for being a bitch right now and he’d no doubt deserve it. He threw the kid a slightly apologetic smile. "I have an appointment with Preston?” he said, leaning against the doorframe and looking around a bit more as if the doc would appear out of nowhere. "Name’s Maclaren," he said, nodding at the terminal. "It’s management shit."

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For a moment he stood, wide eyed and more confronted then he needed to be. The other seemed very forward abrupt, which was everything Freddie was not. He had learnt, being around Butch and the others in the vault, that some people were just like that. They meant nothing by it so to speak, but it was just their way. But he had for a moment glanced around the room to check that he wasn't speaking to anyone else. Nope the question was aimed at him, for added effect he pointed to himself as if to confirm that. "N-no she's not h-here. Wh-why did you kn-know her?" Completely missing the sarcasm in the others tone and taking him utterly seriously. He didn't want to talk about that, not with someone he didn't know, but he would tell him that she was no longer here anymore. so he instead smiled back, well more of an attempt at a smile through the nervousness.

"O-oh, a-alright then. Wel-well Dr P-Preston's not in a-at the m-moment." The very aloof wave at Freddie and he skirting out of the door, with a 'watch the clinic, attend to patients' speech on the way out. He was certain there was a 'don't break anything' in thee but Freddie was too busy panicking to hear it. And he was pretty sure he had broken a fair few things already stumbling about like he had. "H-he had to g-go out." He shifted, cautiously towards the terminal, which confirmed that he did have an appointment with the Doctor... who now wasn't here. "We-well like I um said, h-he's gone out. B-but I've b-been told to t-take his a-appointments... b-but if y-you want to w-wait I can rebook you."

#macnpen #ic #dm

Disease Management [Freddie | Mac]

"Thank you. Please don’ come again. Go to Ling in Tenpenny Tower." Woman had no taste and Mac wasn’t sad to lose a customer with no taste. At the end of his shift that day Mac fucked off as usual, but instead of going to do work in the store room he puttered up to the Clinic. He’d lived here for a bit of time now but it he still cursed the stairs like it was the first time he’d climbed them. He took his time. Didn’t want to pop out the old fucking knee.

Mac stepped in, looking around for Preston or someone he recognized. Clinic was its usual self; bit cleaner and brighter than anywhere else. Reminded him of the Vault more than most places on the ship. The people here were nice, but he’d grown to really hate this place. Too much time spent feeling way too vulnerable.

Not immediately noticing anyone, he knocked on one of the loud metal gurnies, kindly supplying a very un-serene atmosphere. "Waiter?" he called.

#macnpen #ic #dm #[[ ewwwwwww! ]]

Preston had gone not long before, Freddie had been left to see to the rest of the clients, most of them just regular check ups that they did on those on the ship. Better to be safe in the end, make sure they were all alright. It was the same in the vault, perhaps a little more frequently then most for Freddie but everyone had to go at least once a month to six weeks. If it wasn't to just be checked out, it was to give blood. Invasive procedure every six weeks got to a lot of the folks there, they soon stopped going or avoided it. Freddie had no choice and it was the sole reason why he wanted to be a doctor. He had been around them for so long, he knew more than most before he had started studying.

Now that they had been taken care of he was finishing cleaning up, locking everything up that needed to be, away from those that would take advantage of the open case. The obnoxious knock alarmed him to the point where he jumped, clutching onto one of the trolleys causing everything to rattle and fall off it. Great he would have to sterilize those again. For the moment he left them, slowly edging out of the room so see who had called out to him.

"H-hello?" Just go out there and see who it is. Not everything on the other side is bad, it won't hurt you. People come in here for treatment, you have to go to them. If you don't then you won't be a very good Doctor. "Can... can I h-help you?"

Third Heart [Maria|Freddie]

Instantly her hand cupped his and she could feel the clamminess on them, feel the trembles rippling beneath his skin. He was scared. Controlling her own nerves took a steady breath and turned to face him directly, looking up into his saucer sized brown orbs. This was going to a very big leap in their relationship not to mention extremely unexpected but what was their relationship built on if not surprises — at least this was a nice surprise in lieu of all the terrible ones they’d encountered in the past.

The idea shocked her but now it was running through her mind the possibility that at the end of all this they would have a baby together and be able to raise it together, shower it with love and all the attention it could possibly want, well she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Giving his hands a gentle squeeze she smiled at him brightly.

"Well if I am then it means that we’re going to have a baby, silly." she knew what he was asking but she wanted to know that she had no desires to not do this, it was a twist in their relationship, maybe a little earlier than she would have liked but still something she wouldn’t go back on if it were true. “Are you going to be okay with it if we are, I mean — do you want this?”

This was all so sudden, he was young, new to the wastes, still a nervous wreck half of the time he didn't want to add a kid into all that. That wasn't because he didn't want kids because he did, but he wasn't exactly strong enough to raise them, mentality. It wasn't just that either it was everything else. They weren't married for a start, that was a big deal for Freddie, it was how he was brought up. Move in together, get engaged, married, then kids. Not the in any other way, it just didn't seem right in his head. Didn't quite fit together.

"W-well yeah I-I mean I-I know th-that it... it's j-just..." Very unplanned and all at once, they had time he knew that but still there was the preparing and sorting everything out. Where would she have it? not out here, surely the vault would be a better place since it was cleaner. Safer. Would they continue to live out here? Alight he had moved but a kid changed everything. Did he want this? He hadn't had a chance to think about it, it had just been placed on him now, like a ton of bricks. It wasn't that he hated the idea, far from it, but he just didn't do well with surprises. If they built up slowly so he could control them then he was alright, able to keep it together and control his anxiety. This was just a big deal and he wanted to be ready for it.

"I-I... th-think so. M-maria this is s-sudden. B-but we c-can do this r-right? W-we can..." He couldn't say it yet, not just yet. He would have to work his way to that.

Third Heart [Maria|Freddie]

Truthfully she knew it couldn’t be radiation sickness, she’d had it before (and did she know it) and really, this felt nothing like it when she thought back and compared it, though, she supposed there could be differing strains of it — right, there must have been. Damn, where was her Big Book of Medicine when she needed it. Twitching nervously on her feet she looks at Freddie with a soft sigh, he was right she was telling herself all sorts now, jumping to all kinds of conclusions. Really she didn’t want to acknowledge it she just wanted to wait it out eventually it would go away and everything would be fine — too much shit had come their way recently for another wind to pass through. If she took her mind off it then she wouldn’t have to think and if she didn’t think about it then it wasn’t true, it wasn’t there. Simple.

God, she could hear her Father screaming at her. Yelling at her for keeping another problem to herself, scalding her until she got something done about it. Things don’t heal on their own Maria, you know that. How many times did Daddy tell you.

"Then I—" She began to protest, hushed quickly by Preston who held out a finger. Looking her over he hmm’d and ahh’d nodding silently as he took her in.

"Tiredness?" He questions, continuing to check her over, "Lack of appetite, nausea." She nods, confirming all three. Maybe it was stress, she was about to open her mouth to pose the suggestion when Preston smiled, arms folding.

"Maria, you don’t suppose you could be pregnant do you?"

Instantly a hand cupped her stomach, confusion crossing her features.

"I…no, I don’t—"

How had she not seen it before.

"I would need to run some tests, to be certain but I think that could be it."

"Uh."

She turned to look at Freddie, waiting for his say on the matter.

Pregnant. No. It couldn't be that. I mean it wasn't a bad thing it was just a big thing. A very, very big thing to consider. Huge in fact. A baby. Them. Him. He couldn't raise a kid. He could barely keep himself together, but adding a child into that was crazy. How could someone with as many problems as him be able to raise a child without messing things up along the way. I mean this was all speculation. Nothing certain yet but the thought alone was terrifying in itself. They would have so much to sort out. No, he didn't have to think this far ahead. It was just an offhand comment, one that could be wong. What was the point in worrying over it when it wasn't a definite. Wait until it was. Then he could have his moment, because he would need it to deal with this.

"A-a-are you s-sure?" Not what he wanted to say. He knew the words, it's alright whatever it is, if it is pregancy then great! I love kids and can't wait, but in his head he was screaming. It wasn't that he didn't want them but it was all wrong. They should have been married, then thinking of kids. Not the other way round, it wasn't right. That was the way to do it properly. It didn't matter really, his parents weren't here to tell him that it was the wrong or right thing to do. In fact there was no one to tell him how to do anything. He didn't know if that scared him more. There was no one to go to for advice. There was Butch but he hadn't been doing the parenting thing long at all, and Butch wasn't always the best person to talk to. Everyone else apart from Maria and Preston still scared him a little, enough for him not to walk up to them and ask them for their opinion.

Thinking too far ahead again. This wasn't a definite and even if it was there was nothing wrong with having a child. Nothing at all. If Maria wanted to that was. Oh god what if she didn't want this. This was too much to handle. Far too much. "Ummm... Uhhhh... I-I... Maria? W-what if y-you are?"

Third Heart [Maria|Freddie]

Preston walked over to the pair, gaze held high over his half-cut spectacles. He was assessing her already and taking note of him too. Firstly he stood before Freddie, dropping his tone so it was soothing, like usual. "Remember what we talked about. Breathe, nice and slow and stay calm. You’ve nothing to worry about. She looks fine, probably nothing more than a stomach upset. I’ll take a look at her, but remember never think to the worst outcome first. It hinders your thinking process, you must stay rational." Always stay rational and calm. Things, Freddie did tend to struggle with, with his anxiety.

Turning to Maria he smile gently and she returned it, a little awkwardly, she needed to get over her issue with doctors. Her father was no longer here and she needed someone to be there when she needed care at any given point — but this seemed a little different, a little off, she wasn’t injured or bleeding out, she was lost and confused with her own body and it seemed intrusive for it be someone who wasn’t James assessing her. However, she was doing this for the man who stood next to her, she was doing it mostly for Freddie. Uncrossing her arms she drew in a breath, exhaling it as a sigh.

"Sickness Doc, a lot of sickness. Me and that toilet are pretty good friends now it seems. I haven’t been eating right either, loss of appetite for most things. Like, okay I used to love Sugar bombs and Nuka and now the sight of it makes me sick. It’s weird, I don’t really get it." she shrugs, "I told him it’s nothing but he’s worried so I came down. It’s just stomach upset isn’t it, at most maybe a little bit of radiation sickness."

At least that was her diagnosis.

He did as he was told, slowly, collected breathes in and out, allowing the steady rhythmic motion to slow his heart and calm him. Rational thinking only came with a clear mind, things could go wrong, slips ups could be made. When you let your emotions take too much control things go amiss, you make mistakes because you can't think clearly. It wasn't all about cutting off completely, but when it came down to it, he needed to learn that sometimes there was no need to panic, even if it was the time to panic. "R-rational. Calm. G-got it." A little. It was still difficult and it would never really go, it would always be a part of his life. But he had to learn to not let it control him. "I kn-know she does, b-but Doctor she b-been like this f-for days now."

Really, he wasn't convinced it was just a stomach upset, by now the symptoms would be starting to go by now. They wouldn't have gone on this long and he was worried she would start dropping weight with the lack of food and water she was keeping down, which wasn't much. Certain things literally made her sick, just the sight of them or the smell and she was bolting for the bathroom. He really couldn't pin point it, other than a really long sickness bug. Radiation would cause headaches and a fever, if there was too much there would be a drop in her blood cells, it would show in her skin; discoloration and itching. There hadn't been anything like that. Alright that was worse case but even the minor symptoms hadn't shown.

"R-adiation sickness would b-be worse th-then this mi tesoro." There, he was being positive, sort of. It wasn't that he would have known sooner if it was. Dose of Rad-away and course of Rad-x for the time being while her skin healed and the levels dropped and she would have been fine in a few weeks if the level wasn't too high. This was different and he didn't want to the be the one to diagnose her, it was too close and personal, it didn't matter all that much out here but in the vault, patient and doctor shouldn't be closer then just that. Patient and Doctor. Preston would know. He had to.

Third Heart [Maria|Freddie]

"Stay calm Sweetie." She says to him, his tell tale signs showing, indicating that he was moments away from meltdown. Even though she was at concern here it was detrimental that he remained as calm as can be because the more he got worked up the more problems arose. “I know, I know. I’m coming with you now though, aren’t I?” Even though she didn’t want to, but she was doing it for him. Silent apologies spoken up to her father.

Following him through the corridor, trying to keep up with his panic speed footfall wove around corner after corner, fighting the queasy feeling that came and went as she moved. It was understandable why he was worried, truthfully she was herself, but more often than not she allowed herself to believe that if she ignored something for long enough it would eventually go away. This however wasn’t one of those times.

Finally finding themselves at the entrance to the clinic she smiled at Preston, hand still held firmly in Freddie’s.

"I’ve come to check you’re teaching my Freddie correctly."

Of course, that was a lie.

Finally she was. It had taken time but he had managed to persuade her, or more like actually drag her down to the clinic with him. The rapid beating in his chest continued but with her coming along it was enough to keep the panic attacks at bay for the time being. That was until he found what it was that was wrong with her at least. He would still panic till he knew for certain that she was alright and there was nothing to worry about, for the moment every possiblity was crossing his mind and none of them were good in the slightest. Preston had always told him that until there was evidence and results there was no point in pulling up loads of outcomes because most likely it was not any of them.

Preston frowned at the late arrival of Freddie and the fact that Maria was with him. She had given him the space he needed in order to grow himself, this was his place to learn, his thing. She supported him through and through, but it was something he had needed to do on his own, so she avoided coming down too much with him. This time it was his choice to bring her down.

"No, D-Doctor. She needs a ch-check up, something's wrong. Sickness mainly. Maria, t-tell him p-please." Otherwise he would and he wouldn't hold back on the information. He was training in the end and the more he knew the easy the diagnoses would be in the end.

#starter #lets get this guy going again!

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"This is the last time I’m covering for you." "You do this every time!" "It was your turn to do the shopping." "Aren’t you allergic to that?" "You liar! You told me you were allergic!" "How much salt did you put in this?" "Hmm… needs ketchup." "That would be your superpower?" "The chances of that happening are a billion to one." "If I had a dollar for every time I’d heard that one." “‘Stalking’ is such a strong word.” "You are disgusting!" "And you honestly expected to get away with that?" "That is the worst line I have ever heard." "… Maybe you needed to be there." "Have you ever heard the word ‘moderation’?"

Third Heart [Maria|Freddie]

There was a whole plethora of things she hated in life, but nothing quite matching the feeling of being sick, so to have to go through it continuously without warning wasn’t her idea of a good day. Hearing Freddie behind her was as much of a comfort as it was a worry because on the one hand she was glad he was there for her, holding her hair, checking she was okay but on the other hand she knew he would panic, it was in Freddie’s nature to panic. It’s just what he did, and she knew that she was always a high priority in his concerns.

"I’m fine—" She manages to splutter in between bouts of sickness, voice echoing around the porcelain toilet pan. Of course she needed to go to the doctors, this was beyond normal yet stubbornness often took control so no matter how much she knew she wasn’t ‘fine’ she would insist, of course that she was. However, this occasion there was no room for refusal, for once she admitted defeat. Satisfied that the sickness had stopped (for now) she slowly lifted herself and walked over to the sink, filled a glass and washed out her mouth.

Watery eyed she turned to Freddie with a defeated sigh, grabbed his hand and nodded to the door.

"Fine. I’ll go, for you.”

At least she agreed, she wasn't backing out now, he didn't like being forceful like this but she needed it. She was stubborn and he wasn't going to have he going on like this without knowing what was going on. Already he was panicking about all the things it could be, it was the unknowing that was worse in all of this. He would rather know, it was terrifying but at least they would know. He knew it could be nothing, but then again it had to be something and that something could be anything at all. A part of him needed to know as soon as he could, only Maria was stopping that. He didn't want to be selfish but it was the only way that he wasn't going to have a full on panic attack over it.

"You're not fine, y-you've been sick for a few d-days now." He didn't know how bad she had been when he had not been here, for all he knew it could have been even worse then what he was seeing now. His breathe sharpened at the thought, instantly he drew in deep breathes against the harsh ones, trying not to show the attack that was coming on in floods and waves. Taking her hand he practically dragged her out of the bathroom, through the front room and into the corridor. The regular route he would take to the clinic every morning he was working, this time he wasn't going for work. It was for her.

Third Heart [Maria|Freddie]

She shuffles into the frequented embrace he always sought out, hands wrapping around his waist in mimicry of his on hers. Smiling against the kiss, she bury’s her head into the crook of his shoulder and just listens to him talk a proud smile creeping slowly across her face. The time spent with Preston had done him a wealth of good and for that she was glad, no — over the fucking moon. It was amazing to see him finally climbing free of his shell and doing something she knew he was capable of without much needed support. Preston, no matter what people said about him was a good man, a good mentor and a good Doctor, he’d helped saved Freddie and for that she was eternally thankful. Even if it was bit by bit, no matter how fast or how slow, it helped and when he was happy, she was happy. That was all that really mattered.

Stepping back she beams, bright whites shining up at him. "Good! No studies are easy, don’t be down on yourself you’re super smart and you know it Sweetie, wear that with pride.” He was brighter than anyone she knew, anxiety was always his downfall. "I’m proud of you. You’re really—"

Her sentence is stopped mid flow, face paling once again, head shaking at his offer of ‘something’. The same feeling she’d been having for the last however long returning, rising from her stomach creeping up her throat.

"I—"

Like lightning she’s running back to the bathroom. Fourth time that day.

Resting his chin against her head he simply enfolded her, allowing her to snuggle against his chest. Happy to just hold her there for a moment, she needed it. Preston could wait he would understand. As she stepped back, he lifted his hands to clasp her face and turn it up to him, a dorky smile curling at his lips. He hated that there was nothing he could about all this. But if he had to drag her to the clinic, he would, no doubt about it. He would give her a day, let her go of her own accord, then he would make her go and she would have to. He would pick her up if he had to.

"I like it, a lot. Thanks." One again the smile returned, not so long ago being out here would have been his worse nightmare. There was nothing that would have made him want to come out here. Apart from her, she was the main thing that made him want to be out here and now his life had changed so drastically and he could never thank her enough for it. Now he wanted to do something to help her out, repay her in a strange way. He was proud of himself, his life, what he had done from what he was. It was all down to her.

As soon as she ran he was straight after her, holding her hair back out of her face, hand gliding down her back gently telling her everything was alright and that she was going to be okay. However that did mean one thing, she wasn't waiting to go to Preston, she was going now. "Darling, you need to go to the Doctor's. I'm not taking no as an answer. You can come with me and we'll see what Preston thinks, he might be able to give you something to make you feel better."