Olivia's POV:

Everything hurt, everything was dark, and everything was silent. My eyes feel like they are ten thousand pounds. I need to open them. Where am I?

Opening my eyes I take in my surroundings. What happened to me? I remember dinner, wine, sex…. Oh the sex. I thought it would be a long time before I would have se-…. JAKE. THE CAMERAS. THE ARGUMENT. He's been spying on me. Where am I?

Okay Olivia get it together. I'm in a room, connected to machines. I have to be in a hospital.

Great if I'm in a hospital then I'm safe. Why are there men standing in front of my door. What's going on?

"Hey there sleepyhead."

JAKE! Why is he here? Get him away! I feel myself start to panic. The doctor, a nurse, anyone needs to get in here. I can't defend myself.

"Now you are to tell no one what happened. No one is to know why you were in my apartment. It's important Liv. No one can know."

I look up and see Fitz walking in. What is he doing here? This has to be a dream. He needs to leave. Everyone needs to leave. I want to be alone. My head is pounding. It hurts to have my eyes open, I am so confused. The pain is distracting. I need to figure this all out.

Fitz opens the door and walks over to Jake.

"Thank-you, I don't know what would have happened if you wouldn't have been there. Thank you Jake for sitting with her, you may leave." Fitz shakes Jakes hand and gives him a pat on the back. Jake walks out of the room leaving me with Fitz.

I watch Jake leave the room and he makes eye contact with me through the door. I know after what happened I should be very afraid of him. Quite honestly I am more afraid to be left with Fitz. GOD my head is killing me. I must have really hit it hard.

After what feels like twenty minutes I finally look up at Fitz. Immediately we lock eyes. They are full of so much emotion. I cannot make any of it out. Is it love, pity, hate? Could he still love me? Does he still hate me? The lights seemed to have gotten brighter. My head is throbbing. Looking into his eyes I have flash backs of when we would be lying together in bed at Camp David, or when he would be giving a speech and staring at me the whole time, or when we would see each other across the room at a campaign event. The look in his eyes seems so familiar…

Fitz POV:

I am sitting at my desk getting ready to pour my second scotch of the evening when my phone rings. Who could possibly be calling me? It's three o'clock in the morning. Immediately my hopes go to Liv. My Sweet Baby. God I miss her more than anything in this world. I can't believe the recent situation involving her. Not many people had confidence in me. But my sweet baby…. I saw in her eyes, her actions, in her words that she believed I could take on the world. She was the single motivation I had. From the second I met her everything I did was because of her. She is… no was my everything but she lied to me. Nothing matters anymore. If it doesn't involve my kids or my county I don't care. Why would someone be calling me?

Techincally I am supposed to be in the residence. I am just going to pour me a drink and ignore it. If it's really serious I am sure Cyrus or Tom will let me know. Finally the phone stops and I walk over to the bottle of scotch. Seconds later Tom walks in. He looks like he has seen a ghost. Just the look on his face has me worried.

"Tom?"

"Sir" Tom clears his throat choking back emotion. His voice is thick. I am honestly terrified for the words that are about to come out of his mouth. "Sir we have a situation. You are needed immediately at the hospital. I have a car and agents ready."

"Tom what's going on? Who is it?" There are three names I do not want to hear come out of his mouth Karen, Jerry, or-

"Sir it's Ms. Pope"

Instantly I drop the cup that I am holding. Not Livvie. It's never her. What happened?

"Tom what is going on? What happened?"

"Sir Captain Ballard just got in contact with us. There was an attack made on Ms. Pope by the time he got to her, she was unconscious and bleeding from her head. He found pieces of glass all around her."

I feel sick. My baby. I am so mad at myself. I have been ruthless to her. Treated her horribly. If something happened I will never forgive myself. I need her I need to get to her, but I feel frozen. I can't move my chest hurts. My heart is pounding.

"Sir?"

I need to go. I have to see her as soon as possible. Who did this to her?

"Tom lets go? Did Capt. Ballard say who did this?"

"No sir, just a masked man."

"I want guards at her door. No one has clearance to be there. Capt. Ballard is to stay with her until I get there."

"Sir it's already taken care of lets move."

The whole way to the hospital I feel like I have aged twenty years. The car feels like it is moving 20 miles per hour. I need to get to her. She is my lifeline.

"Tom! What is our ETA?"

"Sir we are five minutes out."

"Make it two."

"Yes sir."

After what seems like an hour we pull up. I don't wait for the presidential bullshit of Tom opening my door or the agents informing each other that "the eagle has landed." I rush to her room. I need to see her. Her room has windows I see her laying there. My Sweet Baby. Walking in I effectively dismiss Jake. I have to be alone with her.

Once Jake leaves I walk close to her bed. Put my hand on her pillow. I am close enough to smell her. It's intoxicating. I wish I could bottle her smell. It's the best in the entire world. I gaze into her wide beautiful brown eyes. Her eyes look frightened; she looks so scared and so small. I lean into her trying to kiss her beautiful soft full lips. Try to kiss the pain away but she turns her head. My lips make contact with her cheek. I stand straight up straight instantly. I feel rejected. She rejected me. I cannot blame her. The way I have treated her lately has been appalling.

"Livvie, my sweet baby I was so scared, worried that I would never see you again."

What comes out her mouth next, the tone of her voice is something I will never forget. It sent chills down my spine. It was so quite but so demanding.

"Get Out."

Tears rush in my eyes. She wants nothing to do with me. The feeling in my chest returned.

"Sweet baby I am so sor-"

Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her monitors started beeping. Nurses and Doctors rush to her bedside. I am immobile. I cannot do anything but watch the doctors and nurses try to bring life back to my sweet baby. I have never been so terrified.