never more scared
Title: never more scared
Author: vampire_gherkin
Character(s): Abigail Sciuto, Timothy McGee, mentions of the team
Pairing(s): Abby/Tim
Genre(s): Het, Angst
Word Count: 553
Prompt: prayer (ncisdaily, March 7th)
Author Note(s): English is not my mother tongue, therefore I apologize for any mistakes and welcome you to correct me. Apart from that this is not beta’d.
Disclaimer: NCIS, NCIS:Los Angeles and all characters and references therein are not owned by this community or authors in use of such. No infringement of any rights is intended.
Summary: Tim and Abby have tough times to go trough and honestly they've never been more scared. (Sequel to I think I’m going to save that for tonight)
never more scared
It had all started out as a minor lab accident, but when she had suddenly started to complain about abdominal pain they had rushed her to the hospital immediately. Of course they might have been overly worried, but on the other hand one could never know what kind of damage this incident could possibly have done to Abby and her baby. She was glad she had such great friends who really worried and stayed in the waiting room all the time, however she was even more grateful for the company of her husband, who didn’t even think about leaving her side or letting go of her hand.
There were not many times she considered herself afraid, but now was definitely one of them, not to say she had never been more scared and afraid in her whole life. Holding Tim’s hand helped, just knowing he was there, even though he was as full of angst as she was.
The lab tech still had no clue about how it could have happened, she had always been careful, especially since she knew she was expecting, however all extra-carefulness obviously hadn’t helped and now she was lying here in the hospital, holding Tim’s hand in one and her tummy in the other hand, desperately praying for the life of her baby. And she knew her husband was praying, too. They loved each other, that much was clear, and they would support each other no matter what may come, but none of them wanted to think about how things should go on if they really lost their baby. It was such an impossible, unbearable thought and to be honest none of them knew what they’d do, how they’d cope or how life would go on after a loss like this. They just couldn’t lose their baby, they couldn’t, they’d just not be able to bear it and they prayed to God they wouldn’t have to.
Moments of pure anxiety seemed to last forever and the team in the waiting room was almost as nervous as Timothy and Abigail McGee back in the hospital room she was assigned to spend the next few days in. To put it bluntly, the anxious parents to be were nervous wrecks on the edge of breakdown, even though they already had been given a tranquilizer against the shock.
It seemed to be days until the doctor finally came to their room and told them their prayers had been answered, that their child was perfectly all right and healthy as far as checkup and speed tests were concerned and that Abby’s stay in the hospital was of a purely monitoring and obviating nature. Yes, their prayers had really been answered.
When Abby was allowed to go home a few days later she was glad, even though the doctor had prohibited her to continue working throughout the rest of her pregnancy because he assumed she might have a complicated one and needed to rest, but she didn’t care any more, as long as her baby was safe everything was fine. Even if she didn’t like hospitals she found it good to know someone cared, such as the doctor who additionally told her to immediately come and see him even at the slightest risk of something being wrong.
She was glad she didn’t have to.
Author: vampire_gherkin
Character(s): Abigail Sciuto, Timothy McGee, mentions of the team
Pairing(s): Abby/Tim
Genre(s): Het, Angst
Word Count: 553
Prompt: prayer (ncisdaily, March 7th)
Author Note(s): English is not my mother tongue, therefore I apologize for any mistakes and welcome you to correct me. Apart from that this is not beta’d.
Disclaimer: NCIS, NCIS:Los Angeles and all characters and references therein are not owned by this community or authors in use of such. No infringement of any rights is intended.
Summary: Tim and Abby have tough times to go trough and honestly they've never been more scared. (Sequel to I think I’m going to save that for tonight)
never more scared
It had all started out as a minor lab accident, but when she had suddenly started to complain about abdominal pain they had rushed her to the hospital immediately. Of course they might have been overly worried, but on the other hand one could never know what kind of damage this incident could possibly have done to Abby and her baby. She was glad she had such great friends who really worried and stayed in the waiting room all the time, however she was even more grateful for the company of her husband, who didn’t even think about leaving her side or letting go of her hand.
There were not many times she considered herself afraid, but now was definitely one of them, not to say she had never been more scared and afraid in her whole life. Holding Tim’s hand helped, just knowing he was there, even though he was as full of angst as she was.
The lab tech still had no clue about how it could have happened, she had always been careful, especially since she knew she was expecting, however all extra-carefulness obviously hadn’t helped and now she was lying here in the hospital, holding Tim’s hand in one and her tummy in the other hand, desperately praying for the life of her baby. And she knew her husband was praying, too. They loved each other, that much was clear, and they would support each other no matter what may come, but none of them wanted to think about how things should go on if they really lost their baby. It was such an impossible, unbearable thought and to be honest none of them knew what they’d do, how they’d cope or how life would go on after a loss like this. They just couldn’t lose their baby, they couldn’t, they’d just not be able to bear it and they prayed to God they wouldn’t have to.
Moments of pure anxiety seemed to last forever and the team in the waiting room was almost as nervous as Timothy and Abigail McGee back in the hospital room she was assigned to spend the next few days in. To put it bluntly, the anxious parents to be were nervous wrecks on the edge of breakdown, even though they already had been given a tranquilizer against the shock.
It seemed to be days until the doctor finally came to their room and told them their prayers had been answered, that their child was perfectly all right and healthy as far as checkup and speed tests were concerned and that Abby’s stay in the hospital was of a purely monitoring and obviating nature. Yes, their prayers had really been answered.
When Abby was allowed to go home a few days later she was glad, even though the doctor had prohibited her to continue working throughout the rest of her pregnancy because he assumed she might have a complicated one and needed to rest, but she didn’t care any more, as long as her baby was safe everything was fine. Even if she didn’t like hospitals she found it good to know someone cared, such as the doctor who additionally told her to immediately come and see him even at the slightest risk of something being wrong.
She was glad she didn’t have to.