How was everyone's Thanksgiving? I hope you all enjoyed your holiday. (: Sorry this chapter is kind of short. Hope you enjoy!
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"When she wakes up, you need to tell her."
"No. I'm going to make Olivia freak out a little bit longer."
"Mellie, I swear, I will wake her up and tell her myself if you don't."
Olivia was laying on one of the couches, half sleep. She heard the hush voices and then her name. That's when she heard Cyrus say he was going to wake her up and tell her something. She rose up.
"Tell me what?" she asked.
"Nothing." Mellie said.
"Fitz is awake." Cyrus told her.
Mellie glared at him, as she stormed out of the room.
Olivia quickly got to her feet. "He's awake? So that means...he's okay?"
He smiled and nodded as she ran into his arms.
"He's going to be okay." he whispered.
She began crying, thanking the good Lord that he was alive.
"And he's asking for you."
"For me?" she asked, somewhat surprised.
"Why so surprised?"
"I don't know I...Can I see him?"
"Of course. I'll take you to his room." He said, grabbing her hand and leading her down the hallway.
"How are Jerry and Karen?" she asked.
"They already came and saw him. Mellie sent them to their grandparents."
"What? Their father has just been shot and she sends them away?"
"You know Mellie."
"How long was I out?" She looked at her watch that read 9:45. "I slept that long?"
"Yup. I tried waking you a couple times actually, but you were sound asleep."
They came to his door as she took a deep breath.
"Go ahead."
She opened the door, as she walked in. He was laying there, attached to all kinds of monitors, his eyes shut. She quietly walked over to the right side of the bed. She went to silently bring a chair over, but it skidded off the ground, causing him to wake up.
"Shit." she whispered.
"Livvie?" she heard him ask.
She looked up and saw his beautiful blue eyes open.
"Hi." she said, bringing the chair next to him.
"You're here." he stated. She nodded. "Why?"
"Do you honestly think I don't care about you?"
"Well after the gala I thought..."
"You thought wrong."
"Liv, I...I'm so sorry for everything. Especially for telling you that I was letting you go. I wasn't strong enough or ready to. And I never will be."
"It's okay. I understand. It's hard for us. But...I love you. This has made me realize just how important you are to me. I honestly can't imagine my world without you."
He smiled as he grabbed her hand. "Neither can I."
"But...we can't do this, Fitz."
"Why not?"
"How would it work? Seriously. You're the President of the United States. You have this giant reputation that you have to uphold. You can't be seen as a man who cheated on his wife and is in love with his mistress. Everyone will be gunning to get you out of office."
"Screw the office, Liv! Hasn't this proved anything to you? Life is too short to hold back. I could've died last night and we wouldn't even be having this conversation right now. I am tired of not having a say in what happens in my life. Just because I'm the President doesn't mean I can't freely love whom I choose to love. I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game. I just want you."
She looked down, him bringing her head up with his fingers.
"I just want you." he whispered.
"And how are you going to make that happen?"
"You're the fixer. Make it happen."
"You can't expect me to just help you throw away your presidency."
"Fine. I'll do it myself." he said, trying to get up out of the hospital bed.
The monitor started going off as he winced in pain.
"Lay the hell down." she ordered him.
Two nurses came running into the room. "Mr. President! Are you okay?"
He sighed. "I'm fine. Just...turned the wrong way."
"Okay. If you need anything, anything at all, please let me know."
"Me too, Mr. President."
"Thank you girls." he said, as they walked out of the room.
"I think that's a sign that you need to rethink your idea."
"Liv, like I said before, I almost died last night. Has that sunk into your brain yet?"
"Of course it has Fitz! You think I didn't think of the possibility of you dying all night? I replayed scenarios over and over again in my head, imagining what my life would be like without you in it. And trust me, it wasn't pretty. I cried more times last night than I have in my whole life. I went to sleep, not knowing whether or not you were going to be alive when I woke up. I dreampt of the shooting multiple times, and in each one you died. So yes, the fact that you could've died has sunk into my brain, thank you very much Mr. President." she said, as she stood up and stormed out of the room.
"Livvie! Olivia!" he yelled out the open door.
"Damnit." he cursed to himself.
Once again, his foolish remark had made Olivia Pope walk out of his life.
Thoughts? (:
