Disclaimer: I do not own Johnny, Jhonen Vasquez does.

I am missing books 2,5 of JTHM and all of I Feel Sick. I have read all of the Johnny comics, however and researched it to DEATH!

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Mary and Oliver C. were discussing names. Or, rather, Mary was talking and Oliver was helplessly listening.

“I think Daniel is a nice name, don’t you honey?”

Oliver opened his mouth.

“Or what about Kyle?”

Oliver opened his mouth.

“Ooooohhhh, or Zane!”

Oliver rolled his eyes and sighed.

“What was that, sweetie?”

Oliver shook his head and motioned for her to continue.

“Or, or Nicholas!”

Oliver made a noncommittal grunt.

Mary glanced over at her husband. “Honey, you know this is really important to me but I don’t just want it to be my decision. We’re a team and I really do value your input.”

Oliver gave her a strained smile. “Oh no, I’m perfectly fine. So, what was that last name?”

As Mary resumed her “name picking” Oliver leaned back in his chair and sighed. I can’t wait for this to be over.

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Oliver scrambled to catch up to his wife’s gurney. Her huffing and pained grunts eddied with doctors’ voices and the creaking of the wheeled table. Why does it have to be so soon?! Oliver moaned, trying to comfort his wife as she strangled his wrist.

“I’M DYING! I’M DYYYYYIIING!”

“No, Mrs. C., you are not-Arghk!”

“Sweetie, I think it’s rather hard for the doctor to breath while you’re clutching his throat.”

Mary turned a sweaty face to her husband. “What?”

“The doctor, honey, the doctor’s... turning blue.”

Mary released the man and he gasped in sweet, sweet air. Being a professional, however, he quickly regained composure and, but for a ring of bruises the exact size of Mary’s fingertips, the altercation had never happened.

“Ahem, as I was saying you are not dying, Mrs. C., you are merely having a baby.”

“Merely? MERELY?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY FUCKING MONTHS I CARRIED THIS PARASITE? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW GODDAMNED HARD I WORKED TO AFFORD ITS FUCKING POSESSIONS?! THIS THING HAS MORE TOYS THAN I EVER HAD IN MY WHOLE CHILDHOOD AND YOU DARE TO TELL ME SOME ARROGANT BULLSHIT ABOUT MERELY HAVING A BABY?!”

“Sweetheart, the nurse can’t help you if you’re trying to kill the doctor.”

Mary turned toward Oliver but her husband had already exited the room and the nurse had snuck some drugs into her arm.

“Aaahhhhhhh...”

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Oliver leaned against the hospital wall and sighed. The whole business of having a baby was absolutely exhausting. He could hardly imagine what Mary had gone through. He was startled out of his thoughts by a nurse holding some paperwork.

“Are you Mr. C.?”

“Yes.”

“Your wife is currently out on painkillers and since she won’t be coming around anytime soon we would ask you to complete the baby’s paperwork.”

“Right now?”

“It should be done as soon as possible... just in case.”

Oliver shuddered and accepted the papers. He filled out the stuff he knew, such as his phone number and address but then he came across a puzzling line.

Baby’s Name:

After a moment of hesitation he wrote down the one name he had not been able to voice, a name that bounced inside his skull like a mouse on crack:

Johnny.

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There will be more and longer chapters... if I can figure out how to do this...