Hi!
My username should be Iloverobots, but someone took that, so Hi! I'm 1loverobots! I LOVE West wing, like, a ton.
I Also ship Donna and Josh because THEY ARE PERFECT DON'T GO AROUND SAYING OTHERWISE
This is my first FanFic (Ever!) I've Written other things of course, but yeah.
I do not own West Wing, Sadly, but Its on my wish list :D
EPS- In the shadow of 2 Gunmen (part 1/2)- So spoliers For Season 2. (And Feels, but that's something else)
Reviews are My Bread and Butter :P
*Donna's POV*
"Yes, it's critical. The bullet collapsed his lung and damaged a major artery."
That was the last thing I heard before drowning in my worry. "Was Josh going to be okay?" played on Repeat on my head. I didn't cry, I didn't break down, because that is not what you do when your heart drops and shatters. You go into this state of limbo, and from experience Its hard to get out. But that experience was when little things happened, The cat dying, your best friend moving away.
But this was not a little thing. This was a... big thing. This was a matter of Life or Death for Josh, and quite frankly, I cared a TON about him. I know Its weird, because he is my boss, and most people hate their bosses, and most people would hate Josh being their boss, because of how he does things. Like, most people wouldn't want a boss who gives you thing after thing to do, but I do. I love it.
And here Josh is, Dying.
For the next, I don't know, 20 Hours I am in this limbo, and I don't dare Leave the Hospital in hopes that I will hear good news.
Luckily, I do.
"
Donna, They are Taking him off the Bypass"
Sam told me that, but because I'd been awake for 30+ hours, I didn't really comprehend it, until he said-
"Donna, Josh Is going to be Okay."
Pure and Sheer Relief washed over me. Josh- Okay! I was tired (so very tired) and Worried- and I think he knew that, because
"You should Probably go home, Rest up. You look tired.
I was looking blankly at the wall in front of me. But for reasons unknown at the time, I wanted to stay.
However, I went home, but I just could Not sleep. Whats so ever. Wide awake.
I walked down to the Hospital, and once I got there, Abbey Bartlet Hugged me.
As if this day couldn't get any stranger.
Luckily, It wasn't a "I'm sorry your grandma died" hug
It was a Happy hug
"Josh is Awake! [A/N I cant say what Abbey would tell her medical wise, so lets just say she says things that nobody besides doctors understands]"
It was one thing to hear it from Sam, but from a DOCTOR, boy did it feel good.
"Where is He?" I asked
"Room 210"
"Thank you, Mrs Bartlet"
"Its DOCTOR Bartlet!"
"Yes Mm'am!"
I ran all the way to his room, and surely enough, he was awake. He was surrounded by the president and other staffers, so I thought to myself
Should I go in?
Yes.