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Francis brushed back some of James' hair, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Has she come to yet?" Claire asked, clearing her throat of after sleeping in the leather chair. She tightened Francis' suit jacket around herself as she stood up, straightening her hair with her hand.

"No," Francis said, "she's still asleep."

Claire looked up at the clock on the wall. "It's been five hours. She should've been awake by now."

Francis stood up. "I'll go ask the doctor."

"Daddy?" James moaned softly as her eyes fluttered open. "Where are we?"

Francis hurried back to his daughter's side. "We're at the hospital, sugar. Do you remember what happened last night?"

James looked down at her leg, seeing the stitches pulling together the red skin. "He wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer." Her body shook as sobs started to wrack her body. Claire sat down next to her, wrapping her arms tightly around her daughter.

Francis cupped the back of his daughter's head, resting his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry, James."

Claire helped her daughter situate her dinner tray over her lap, avoiding her leg above the blanket. "Just eat as much as you can."

"I feel sick." James said looking at the food.

"I know." Claire sighed kissing her head. "But, we need that leg to heal."

James picked up her fork and started pushing her food around. "When can I go home?"

"I can talk to the doctor and see what's going on." Francis said picking up her cookie. He was about to bite into it when James snatched it out of his hands. "I thought you said you were feeling sick."

James moved the cookie to the other side of the tray. "I still want it."

Claire looked at her watch. "We still have to call the school too."

"I'll call when I go see the doctor." Francis said before brushing his daughter's hair away from her face. "I'll be right back."

James nodded. "Okay."

Claire looked after Francis as he left before turning back to her daughter, wrapping her hand around hers. "I know that you don't want to talk about what happened, but it'll be better for you if you do. It's healthier if you do." She sat on the edge of the bed, glancing down at the gash in James' leg. "I can tell your father if you want me to."

"I'm afraid of what he'll do." James admitted tearing up.

"Of Gordon?" Claire asked with a slight frown.

James shook her head. "No, Dad."

"Your daughter should be ready to go home in a few days. I want to monitor her leg to avoid any complications. She will need physical therapy before she leaves though." The doctor said hugging his clipboard to his chest as he looked at the congressman.

Francis' eyes widened. "Physical therapy? How deep was the cut?"

Sighing, the doctor explained further. "It was deep enough to damage a few nerves and tear into one of her muscles. The physical therapy is for the muscle to gain back it's strength, but the nerves are permanently damaged. I'm afraid she won't have feeling down the left side of her leg." He saw Francis turn pale rather quickly. "Are you alright, Congressman?"

"I just need... to sit." Francis said sitting down in the chair near the nurse's station. "What does this mean for my daughter?"

"She can still live a normal life, as long as she sticks to the physical therapy." He said putting a hand on Francis' shoulder. "I'll also need to know what happened for her to get that laceration before she is checked out. I can't let her go home if she's not safe."

Francis stood up, glaring at the doctor. "My daughter did not get this because of my wife or I. Despite what you may think of me, I would never hurt my daughter." He turned to walk back to the room when he heard a voice that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

"Frank." Garrett called as he hurried to catch up with the congressman.

Francis turned to find Garrett and Gordon hurrying over to him from the elevator. He clenched his jaw seeing the smirk look on Gordon's face, his hair falling in front of his eyes. "Mr. President, what on Earth are you doing here?"

Garrett pointed towards the elevators. "There are reporters everywhere down in the lobby. The story is covering the news. They keep playing a clip of you carrying James into the hospital. Is she okay?"

"She's fine. The doctor expects her to make a full recovery." Francis said with a nod before looking at Gordon. "She must've met the wrong person coming home from her date with you."

Gordon nodded in agreement. "I knew I should've driven her home."

"If there is anything we can do to help, just let us know. The guy that did this should be put behind bars." Garrett said putting a hand on his shoulder.

Francis continued to stare at Gordon. "Believe me; the person that did this will pay. I don't care who they are or what they're capable of. They will pay, and I will make sure of it personally." He looked back to Garrett, slapping on a look of concern and gratitude. "I appreciate that you would come down to check on my family. It really means a lot. I'm sure James would be happy to see you, but the doctors want her to rest for the time being."

"Well, then we will follow the doctor's orders." Garrett said before handing Francis the flowers in his hand. "Just tell her we are praying for her."

Francis smiled kindly looking down at the flowers. "I will be sure to do that."

James bit her lip. "I don't want Daddy to be mad."

Claire cupped James' face in her hands. "What happened is not your fault. I'm not going to lie. Your father is already mad." She held her tighter when she tried to pull away. "We both are. Gordon Walker is not going to get away with this."

"He's the President's son. One word and he'll be out of the country." James said.

Claire kissed her head. "Then, we find another way to make him pay for this. I know that your father is a little scary when he's mad, but... we don't have to be scared. He's fighting for you."

"What is he going to do?" James asked.

"Whatever it takes." Claire breathed before lifting the cover off of her daughter's food. "Now, eat." She turned when she saw Francis walk into the room holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. "You went to the gift shop?"

Francis chucked the flowers into the waste basket. "Garrett Walker did."

Claire stood. "Garrett came here."

"Along with Gordon." Francis snarled. "That little punk has a lot of nerve coming here and acting like nothing happened."

"Gordon was here?" James asked from the bed.

Francis took off his jacket. "Yes, but I sent him away, darling. He's gone."

James pushed her food tray away. "He's not going to leave me alone. He knows I can't report him."

"We'll get him." Francis said walking over to her. "I promise. He won't come near you."

James bit her lip and looked to her mother for confirmation before turning back to Francis. "In order for things to go our way, we have to do this our way. We can't involve anyone else."

Francis kissed the crown of her head. "Anything for you, princess."

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