"Cyrus, get down here with him and James now!" Abby yelled into the phone.
The doctors did another set of tests on Olivia and had to wait for James to come down to the hospital since he was the only one they were allowed to tell. James could decide who was with him when he was told about Olivia's condition.
Fitz, James, and Cyrus walked off the elevator ten minutes later scared to death of what could have happened to call them down there.
"Is she okay? She's with us right?" Fitz asked in a hurry to Abby.
"They can't tell me. They have to tell James."
"Mr. Novak, we have some good news for everyone," Dr. Shelep started. "Ms. Pope has had a seizure."
"How is that good news?" Cyrus questioned angrily.
"No, it is good news, Mr. Beene. Her seizure has had some effect to the good. She still isn't moving fingers or toes or things like that but we did a light test on her eyes. She is responding to the light. She hasn't opened her eyes by herself but when we opened her eyes, she followed the light. Ms. Pope is coming out of her coma. Slowly, but surely she is coming out of it."
Fitz and Cyrus let out a long breath they didn't know they were holding. "So she can wake up any minute?" Fitz asked.
"Yes. Now it's up to her to move anything to show that she is still here." Dr. Shelep's pager went off. "I'm sorry, you can go see her. I'll come back as soon as I can."
They all went into the room to see her. Even though they got good news, Olivia still didn't look like herself.
Abby held Fitz back into the hallway outside her room.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I have to tell you something," Abby said. "I turned on your press conference like you wanted. When you started to talk about her, her heart rate went up. And her blood pressure got higher. She started to shake all over. But when you said that you love her, she stopped. I don't know what it was. I think she can hear us."
"I hope she can. She'd only be in a semi coma then. If she can hear us then we can talk her into coming back."
"Fitz, she was shot in the head. She's not just going to wake up and be the same person. It's going to take time for her to be herself again."
"I know. I'm just hoping she will come out of this soon."
"We all are."
As they went into the room, James and Cyrus were sitting in the corner barely speaking and when they were it was in whispers.
Fitz sat down next to Olivia and kissed her lips. "Livie, if you really can hear me, please do something to show us that you really are with us. Move a finger or a toe or something. You can do it."
"I'm trying. But I can't do it."
They all watched her closely for any sign of movement.
"It's alright, Liv. Don't strain yourself," Cyrus added.
"Cyrus, just…"
"The two of you are not going to fight in here," James told them. "You could send her back further into a coma and I won't let you do that. If you need to argue, get out of here."
"We won't argue, James," Fitz said. He turned back to Liv and held her hand. "Abby told me you had a seizure when I gave my speech. If you come out of this coma in the next day, I'll let you yell at me. I'll sit here and be quiet and just let you yell."
"Believe me, I'm going to yell."
"I know that isn't how we planned it. But things have changed since you were shot. We had to adjust the plans to fit this. You would understand if you knew everything. Between both our teams, everything is being handled. It's going pretty good too. You wake up and I'll let you fix everything to your liking."
"I'll have to fix everything since you all don't know how to do it right."
"I've got to get back to the White House, Fitz. I'll come by tomorrow," Cyrus said.
"I'll be back after work tomorrow, Liv," Abby told her. "Harrison will be here tomorrow."
Fitz walked everyone to the elevator and came back to her.
"It's just you and me now, so you can open your eyes for me, Livie. Just one eye so I can see you and then I'll let you go back. Dr. Shelep says that you have eye function so show me what you got." He waited several minutes for her to open an eye. "That's alright, sweet baby. I'm starting to think that people are starting to give up on you. But you had a seizure today and it turned out for the better. I can't give up on you, so do it for me please. I know you are probably tired of laying in the bed and you want to get up and order people around so let's do it. When you open your eyes, I will get a wheelchair and take you outside. I want to tell you before it happens, but things are going to change soon. Tomorrow will be different for you."