"I Almost Lost You" Kiss
1980
Jed woke up slowly and painfully. Everything hurt. He couldn't move his head. His eyes fluttered open, rejecting the bright florescent light.
"Jed?"
Her voice was like a beacon. "Abbey?" His voice was hoarse. It felt as weak as the rest of his body.
His eyes focused on her face, looking over him with tears in her eyes. "I'm here. You came out of surgery a few hours ago. Don't try to move. There are stitches and bandages all over your head. But you're going to be okay."
A flutter of panic gripped his heart. "Is she…?"
"She's fine. I'm fine. A little banged up, but you took the brunt of the injuries. But we're all going to be okay," she promised.
"Abbey, I'm so sorry."
She shook her head. "Don't apologize. It wasn't your fault. You saved us." Abbey leaned in and pressed her lips against his. "I almost lost you," she whispered. "Please don't do that again."
"I'll do my best." Jed moved his hand slightly and found hers and held onto it tight.
Author's Note: This scene will be incorporated into a Bartlet History story down the line, which is why I left it vague. Didn't want to give too much away.
