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A/N: This is instead of them making up in the end of the first book. This is between the end of the book and Sam using David to make Jack jealous.
Samantha Madison dried the last of her tears. Why had she been so stupid? She had used David to get Jack jealous, and all three had been hurt in the process. How had she ever believed that it was a good idea? She wiped her tears away from her blotchy cheeks. Now David was mad at her (with good reason) and she had no way of making it up to him. She turned over onto her stomach. Maybe lying on her bed facedown would make the ache in her heart go away. It didn't, so she turned on her small television set. It had been a gift from her parents for saving the President and for bringing her grade up in German.
"...was aiming at the President at today's election rally, but missed his mark." the newscaster on the local news channel was announcing. "Tragically, the bullet intended for the President of our country instead hit the President's son, David." Sam's mind processed the words and she suddenly felt sick to her stomach. She reached the toilet in the bathroom just in time, to retch everything she'd eaten that afternoon.
Hands shaking, she wiped her mouth, brushed her teeth, threw the toothbrush away, washed her face, and picked up the house extension in her room. Lucy was gabbing with a fellow cheerleader and blew up at Sam when Sam interrupted the conversation. "I'm on the phone, Sam! You can wait!" Lucy exclaimed. When Sam was silent instead of arguing that the phone was for all residents of the Madison household, Lucy said, "Meena, I'll call you back." Lucy waited until Meena had hung up to speak to Sam. "What's wrong, Sam?" she asked. Sam responded by bursting into tears and hanging up.
Lucy hung up and rushed to Sam's room. The only time in Sam's life she had seen Sam cry was when she'd helped Lucy bury a deceased pet and Lucy had told her that their parents held Sam responsible for the bunny's death.
Sam was still in tears when Lucy reached Sam's room. "What's the matter?" Lucy asked Sam gently, putting her arm around Sam's shaking form.
"It's...Dav-id..." Sam choked out. "He...he got shot."
Lucy gasped. How had David gotten shot? She turned on the television again and the story was looping through the breaking news circuit again. "The President's son, David, was shot today at an election rally, by an unknown person that has yet to be caught. The bullet, Secret Service persons say, was in most probability meant for the President, but the shooter missed his mark." Lucy turned the television off. She picked up Sam's phone, hit speed dial 1, and waited while it rang.
"David's phone, what is your message?" a Secret Service agent answered David's cell phone.
"This is Samantha Madison's sister, Lucy." Lucy identified herself, and hoped that Sam's name was recognizable to the man. "I am calling on behalf of Samantha Madison to inquire about David's physical condition."
"We have not been given clearance to disclose that information as of yet, Miss Madison."
"Well, you'll have to get clearance really quickly," Lucy said, "because my sister is on her bed crying her heart out because she is concerned about David and she needs to know what is going on!" The agent spoke to someone on his end of the line for a moment. Then he came back onto the line.
"The President would like to speak to Samantha." he said.
"She is in no condition to speak on the phone. What does he want to say to her?"
The President got on the line. "Lucy," he said, "I need to talk to Samantha."
"Why?" Lucy couldn't believe that she was challenging the President, but she was.
"How fast can you get to the hospital?" the President asked.
"As fast as we can, Mr. President." Lucy smiled.
Lucy and Sam sped through the streets of D.C., not hitting traffic until they were three blocks from the hospital. A Secret Service agent was waiting for them. "I'm sorry, we can only bring Samantha in." the man apologized to Lucy. "We'll arrange for transportation home for her." Lucy nodded and drove away.
The agent led Sam through the crowd. Everyone was concerned about David, perhaps more than they had been when Sam had been the one in the hospital. Sam and the agent entered the hospital, and were whisked up to David's private room.
Sam felt like she was going to throw up or cry or both at the sight of David lying unconscious in the hospital bed. She could see no wounds, and this puzzled her until the President and First Lady approached her. Both looked like they'd been crying. "Where was he hit?" she asked.
"He was hit in the pelvic area. He had medical attention instantly, obviously, so they expect him to pull through." the President repeated what the doctor had told him earlier. "He's unconscious because he's still out from the surgery." Sam nodded numbly.
"Why did you want me to come?" she asked. She didn't know if he had told them of his and Sam's falling out.
"He told me the other day about you two. He was absolutely heartbroken. He was sure that he was so cold towards you that you never wanted to see him again. But for the past hour as he's been drifting in and out, he's been calling for you."
As if to validate the President's words, David stirred and moaned, "Sam..." Sam crossed the room to his side and slid her hands around one of his.
"I'm right here, David." she said.
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