Under Anesthesia

by liberalkid

What would happen if Bartlet had an MS attack, and while he was in the hospital Russel vetoed legislation which the staff had been working on for months.

President Jed Bartlet didn't feel well. He had the flu. Bartlet wasn't too worried. The flu was going around. Josh Lyman had it last week. Or was it Toby, he thought. Suddenly, the president's vision darkened. Oh shit, he thought.

"Abby" he began to say.

That was as far as he got. The president collapsed in his bed, his copy of Guns, Germs and Steel dropped to the floor with a clatter that startled Secret Service agent Ron Butterfield.

"Mr. President" said Butterfield knocking at the door.

After three minutes of continuous knocking he opened the door. The President's limp form lay on the sheet. He was about to leave when he saw the book on the floor. That wasn't like the president. He always put his books in the drawer next to his bed. Slowly Butterfield approached the bed.

"This is Butterfield. POTUS is blue! Repeat POTUS is blue! Call GW! Move!" he shouted into his wrist communicator.

The convoy left the East Executive Drive Exit mere moments later.