Mary Crawley sat up in her hospital bed, gently cradling her newborn son. He was on the verge of crying, so she softly hummed a light tune in hopes of calming him down. Matthew had left about two hours ago, leaving Mary alone in this hospital bed. Her long brown hair was delicately put into the same updo it usually was. A few strands fell down on her face. Her bright brown eyes looked up from the face of her son and she saw her parents quickly walking towards her. A smile began to form on her lips but it quickly fell as they came closer. Something was wrong. “What? What is it?” She quickly asked. Her mother sat on her bed, carefully taking the baby from Mary’s arms, gripping Mary’s hand tightly. “Mary,” her father started, “Matthew’s been in an accident.” Mary froze. “Mary, I’m sorry,” her mother said, tears forming in her eyes. They didn’t need to say more. “I… can’t breathe,” Mary grasped her chest. Nurses ran over trying to calm her and steady her breathing. Eventually they were successful.
Mary and her son, who was born a few weeks early, remained in the hospital for several days. Her mother and a valet came to pick her up from the hospital and take her to the Abbey. Her mother helped her to the car; Mary was clinging onto her son, the only remaining piece of Matthew that remained. After much heartache, she had decided to name her son George.
It had been a week since her return to Downton and she had not left her room, except for Matthew’s funeral. It took all of her energy to attend the funeral and not collapse by his grave. It may not have been his job, but Carson had continuously brought her food and Mary frequently found herself crying into his arms. If Carson had not stayed with her to ensure that she ate, Mary would have rejected the food.
Mary sat in front of her vanity, brushing her hair before braiding it over her shoulder. She had dark circles under her eyes. Anna came in to help her get dressed in one of her many black dresses. When Mary was required to wear black dresses for mourning before this incident, she never felt truly sad. But now, the black perfectly mimicked what she felt inside. Anna hugged Mary, a human touch that Mary deeply appreciated. Mary picked up George, his crisp white blanket contrasting with her black dress. He had yet to know heartbreak. Mary opened the door and stepped outside. She felt unsafe but continued. She heard voices from the sitting room and made her way towards them.
“You are strong. A storm-braver if I ever saw one.”
Matthew’s words gave her strength as she made her way closer to the room.