A short prompt for the 4x04 promo.
Thursday, October 16, 2014. 1:47 A.M. My girl. My beautiful girl was not safe. My darling girl was not tucked away at boarding school. My precious girl was being taken advantage of. My loving girl was being torn apart. My baby girl was being raped.
Thursday, October 16, 2014. 5:24 A.M. My girl. My beautiful girl is barely breathing. My darling girl is frightened. My precious girl is hurt. My loving girl is further damaged than she was before. My baby girl will never be the same.
Thursday, October 16, 2014. 6:11 A.M. I'm flying through the doors of Bethesda Medical. My husband and the secret service are hot on my heels. Before I fully make it inside, nurses and receptionists surround me. "Ma'am. Karen is stable." "Ma'am. The doctors are almost finished with their examination." "Ma'am. You'll be able to seen her in a few moments." "Ma'am." "Ma'am." "Ma'am."
Their words fall on deaf ears. "Take me to my child!" I scream. I've been here, before. Not that long ago. "I need to see Karen, now!" Strong arms grasp my shoulders, and they force me to a set of nearby chairs. Fitz guides me to a seating position, and he falls down next to me. He holds my hand.
10 minutes slowly drag, and the door to a private emergency suite finally opens. I've been here, before. Not that long ago. 2 doctors make their way towards us. "Mr. President, Madam First Lady, Karen is currently stable and conscious. She has sustained injuries consistent with rape. Also, her tox screen showed alcohol levels that are twice the legal limit, as well as several toxins that we are currently trying to identify. The police have already gathered her statement and information. Mrs. Grant, she is asking for you. You can go in."
I stare at my husband, and I drop his hand. He is wounded, but this is no longer my problem. I race toward the door that will take me to my girl. As I enter the room, the world seems to slow. My beautiful girl looks at me. Tears fall down her face when her eyes meet mine.
"Mama, I'm so sorry." She sounds so out of breath. Probably from the silent screams that have been rising up from her core. I've been here, before. Not that long ago.
"It's not your fault, baby girl." I say as I move forward to climb in bed next to her.
"I didn't mean for this to happen." She barely vocalizes.
"I can't lose you, Karen." I repeat her process.
"I lost you." She whispers.
"I'm coming back." These words flow from my mouth before I can process them.
"Can I tell you something, Mama?"
"Anything."
"I'd give anything to be 7 years old. I'd give anything to have Jerry back. To have you and Dad back. To have us back. I just don't want to feel anything, anymore." Like mother, like daughter.