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Chapter 4: The Unknown

Henry thanked Fred and hung up the phone. He was so grateful her Security Detail was fond of her so they were literally willing to die for her. It made him sad thinking that they died, leaving their wives and children alone, just so that he could have his beloved wife back. It was just another time Henry felt God went silent on him.

He must've checked his watch every 20 seconds since Fred had called to tell him that they were leaving. He knew there was still time until they arrived, but it seemed to him like time just stopped, now, of all times. He wanted to walk into the hospital and her to run to him and wrap his arms around her and to have her arms wrapped around him. And then it sunk – the realization that he didn't even know if she was walking on her own, or if Fred was going to have to wheel her into the hospital. And then his heart began racing, his mind looking for answers – the house was not suitable for her – all the bedrooms and bathrooms were upstairs. He couldn't believe he didn't think of this before, and now she was nearly there and he had no suitable place for her.

It was then that Stevie walked into the living room, finding her dad sitting on the couch, his eyes moving rapidly, clearly thinking of something, his face possessing panic. "Dad? Hey, what's bothering you so much?"

"Stevie, what if she can't walk? I don't know if she's walking on her own".

Stevie took the place next to him on the couch, resting her hand on his shoulder "We'll manage Dad. Worst case, you move to a hotel room for a while."

"What if it's not for a while? What if it's permanent?"

Stevie suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Could her mom really be hurt that badly? "Dad" she started, swallowing hard. "We'll remodel or move, whatever it takes. Don't worry about this. She's coming home, that's all that matters."

Henry nodded, his eyes filling with tears. Stevie was right – all that really mattered was that she was coming home. He would deal with the rest, as long as he had her with him.

- Madam Secretary -

As the plane landed on the runway the ambulance sat just beyond the hanger with two paramedics stepping out of the cab. The plane rolled up toward the hanger and the door was immediately opened and the paramedics climbed aboard.

"So what we got here?" asked the first paramedic to the flight attendant, as she climbed the couple of steps to the entrance of the aircraft.

A man in a suit with an earpiece wrapped around his ear and continued down the back of his shirt stepped forward before the flight attendant could answer. "Please step over here ma'am?" indicating with a gesture of his arm as to where he wanted her to go. A second man dressed just like the first just stepped out from behind the curtain, which was separating the gangway entry from the rest of the plane, as the second paramedic ascended to the top of the small number of steps.

"You too sir?" commanded the second guy in a suit. "Pass over the bag and arms out stretched and feet apart please." They both complied with the orders they were given the male paramedic handing over the bag of medical supplies on his back to the guy in the suit that had asked.

The bag was then handed over to the first guy who rummaged through it, while the second guy patted both paramedics down. Confused at the security on the plane one joked, "What is the President on this plane or something?" and both paramedics let out a small chuckle at the thought that wasn't very far from the truth.

- Madam Secretary -

The ringing phone echoed throughout the silent house of the McCord family. On the third ring someone came running down the wooden stairs in a way that can only be described as a herd of stampeding cows.

The phone was picked up on the fifth time it rang. "Hello."

"Jason, where's your dad?" Came the female voice across the line.

"Don't know, him and Stevie left only 5 minutes ago."

"Once he gets home, tell him to ring Fred."

Knowing that Fred Cole was the head of his mum's security, Jason became more worried. "Why what's going on?"

"Nothing, Fred just wanted to make sure that your dad was still going to meet them."

Remembering the conversation that the family had earlier about their mum coming home, about going to meet them at the hospital instead of the airport. "Yeah I think that's still on, but I'll tell him that Fred's looking for him."

"Thanks Jason."

Jason hung up the phone first; everything was becoming much too real for him. For all he knew his mum could be dying. It was all becoming too much for Jason to handle, he just wanted him mum to be able to hug her one last time.

Jason finally cracked he sank to the cold hardwood of the front hallway and cried for his mother's safe return to them.

Jason's cries had quietened to silent tears, he had been able to pick himself up from the middle of the hallway at some point during his breakdown and move to the side so he was able to lean against the wall.

A half hour later Stevie arrived, to find Jason sitting on the floor by the door. Stevie noticing that her baby brother had been crying took of her coat and set in on the phone table before sitting on the floor beside him.

"Why don't you tell me why we are sitting by the door for starters and then why we are sitting on the floor?"

Jason told Stevie about the phone call from their mum's chief of staff. "Okay that answers why we are by the door but not on the floor."

"I miss mum." He sobbed.

Stevie wrapped her arms tenderly around her brother as another wave of tears hit him. After a couple of minutes the sobs died down until silence enveloped them.

"Stevie, I'm worried about dad." He blurted out.

Stevie turned to face him, "I know, I am too but we need to be strong for him and mum now they need us."

"Okay," he mumbled though the sleeve of his jumper as he whipped away the tear stains that ran down his face.

Standing up on her feet Stevie offered a hand to pull her little brother up. She looked at her watch and decided that they should probably get going. "Alright, come on lets go see mum."