"Hi," Fitz whispered against her palm. He moved up and kissed her cheek then her lips.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the gala?" she asked him trying to sit up.

"It's four in the morning. I came here as soon as I could when Cyrus said that you'd been hurt. He set it up to get me here. Get some sleep, Livie."

Olivia sat up on the bed and asked him to turn the light on. Fitz turned on the light and sat on the bed facing her. Slowly, he drew his fingers across her cheek and saw how easily she nestled into his hand.

"You're cold, I'll grab you another blanket." Fitz left the room going to the nurse's station. Right now, he was just so happy that Liv was alive but knew that soon he would have to confront her about killing herself. It wasn't a conversation he really wanted to deal with at the moment. The nurse gave him several blankets and he went back to Liv's room. When he walked in, she was leaning back half asleep. Fitz turned off the light and carefully moved her so she could lay in his arms. He covered them both with blankets and held the only woman he truly ever loved.

"You need to get back to Mellie," she told him somewhat awake.

"I'm right where I need to be now. Go to sleep, Olivia. I'll be here when you wake up." Fitz kissed her temple and drew circles on her arm knowing that would put her to sleep soon.

Cyrus woke up in the uncomfortable chair in the waiting room looking around but didn't see Fitz. He got up and started to look for him heading to Liv's room. Peeking through the window he could see Olivia turned on her side with her left arm wrapped around Fitz and him holding her close to him both in a deep sleep. Looking at his watch he noted that it was nine in the morning. Cyrus thought about going to wake the President but knew it would be a pointless effort because he would never leave Olivia while she was in a hospital. He instead headed down to the bakery down the street to get them some breakfast.

When Cyrus returned with doughnuts and coffee, Fitz and Olivia were still in the same position. Cyrus opened the door and set the items on the tray before putting the coffee just under their noses to wake them.

Liv opened her eyes still half wrapped around Fitz. As she moved around it woke Fitz.

"Good morning, Cyrus," she said making some attempt to move off of Fitz who wouldn't let her go.

"Morning it is. Not sure what would be good about it though. I've got coffee and doughnuts for breakfast since I can't bring you any descent food while you're in a psych hold."

"Psych hold?" she asked, "Why would I be in a psych hold?"

"Liv, you…" Cyrus started but Fitz interrupted.

"Let's discuss that later. Enjoy breakfast with me okay?" Fitz sat up with Liv still in his arms and started eating his doughnut.

"I don't mean to break the mood in here but I have to ask," Cyrus said.

Fitz jumped in glaring at him. "No. You do not have to ask. And you won't ask. Now is not a good time."

Olivia drank her coffee and hit the call button next to her to page a nurse in since the two men weren't going to do it.

"Can you two please leave the room for now? I'd like to talk to the doctor alone," Liv asked the guys.

Reluctantly, Fitz left with Cyrus but only to just outside the door. They watched Olivia chat with the doctor as the nurse removed her bandage on her arm and take the IV out. She replaced the bandage with a new one. The nurse stood in front of Olivia's arm blocking Cyrus and Fitz from seeing her cut scars.

"How do I get out of this psych hold?" Liv asked the doctor.

"It's policy to do a 48 hour psych hold with suicide cases. I'm afraid I have to send you up to the psych ward soon."

"But I'm not crazy and I didn't try to kill myself," she told them calmly. "It was an accident. I guess I dropped the razor while I was in the shower or something. I did not intentionally do this."

The doctor looked at her sympathetically. "I'm sorry, Miss Pope. I have no choice. It's out of my hands."

"Then go find me your boss and I'll fix this. There's nothing mentally wrong with me. I didn't purposely do this!"

When Liv started to raise her voice, the doctor knew it was time to leave. He ushered the nurse out of the room before him and closed the door.

"Mr. President, it's an honor to meet you sir," the doctor said shaking his hand.

"Thank you how is she? What can you do to help her?"

"I have to have someone from the psych ward to come down and get her. She'll be taken up there for two days just to ensure that she is mentally stable. If she is indeed stable they will release her then. But whatever it is she tells you, she did for certain try to kill herself. From the looks of it this isn't her first attempt to try to succeed. I really shouldn't tell you this sir, but from what I saw this morning I believe it is important for you to know what it is you're dealing with. Maybe after a couple days she will be better."

"Thank you doctor. Miss Pope will definitely get the help that she needs; I'll make sure of it."

"She's demanding to see my boss right now, trying to get her way out of a hold."

"I'll take care of it."

The doctor nodded and went on his way.

Fitz looked through the window watching Liv for a minute. She kept picking at the bandage as a lame attempt to make it go away.

"Olivia's going to be okay isn't she?"

Fitz and Cyrus turned around seeing Mellie holding a vase of flowers coming towards them.

"Mellie? I thought I said you should stay at the White House? Now is not really a good time."

"I got worried. I thought you would either have called me or showed up at the Oval this morning but Lauren said you and Cyrus hadn't been in all morning. So I came out to check on her myself. Is she awake yet?"

"Yes but…"

Before Cyrus or Fitz said anything else, Mellie stepped in front of them and went into the room.

"Liv," she announced herself and got Olivia's attention. "I'm glad to see are okay. I've been worried all night about you. I brought you some flowers and I thought you might want your favorite to Jason, my agent, he's gone to get you pineapple. I know how much you love it. And tea. He's bringing you tea too. Cyrus brought you coffee again, didn't he? Well coffee makes it better sometimes. But I know you hate coffee. So what's going on?"

"That's what I'd like to know," Liv stated crossing her arms and leaned back. "Why are you here?"

"You are in a hospital, Olivia, I had to come."

"Oh, I get it. It's a publicity stunt. Got it. Well this is done so you can go back to whatever it was you were doing before."

Mellie sat down in the chair next to her. "I know we've had our differences but I think it's time we put that all behind us. Remember when we actually were friends? Before I knew you were sleeping with my husband and we played nicely with each other? I think we could get back to that. Liv, you're really my only friend. Don't you think we've been fighting long enough?"

"Fighting? Mellie you were prepared to sell your husband and me to the wolves to make yourself look good."

"I know. And I've changed. Being alone in that house, no one to talk to, it's changed me. You have no idea how many times I've wanted to show up at your apartment and have some girl talk. You know how Fitz can be. There's a big separation between you and me. For four months, he hasn't really spoken to me unless it was about Teddy or Karen. We don't talk. I wanted to call you because I knew you were the only one who knew what was going on with him. Every time I tried to ask him about you or what was wrong, he either ignored me or got pissed off and started yelling at me."

"You're trying to play victim and it won't work with me."

"I know. And I'm not a victim. I'm just trying to make you understand that I do want to be friends with you again. I want us to be likeable to each other again. At least where we could have a lunch once in a while. This time I promise not to hand you a list of men to date. And I'm sorry about doing that before."

Olivia leaned her head back staring at the ceiling. "This has got to be a dream. They think I tried to kill myself. Fitz is here. You're here, being nice of all things. Right about now is when the Easter bunny would come in with a basket of eggs."

"Well I can assure you that no Easter bunny is coming in with anything. I'm trying to make things right, Liv. Do you think we can get back to that?"

"I don't know. I don't think I can be friends with you or with Fitz ever again."

"Don't say that. Fitz is… it's not my place to say. He'll tell you soon."

"He's still living in a possibility that we could be together after the six months are up in two months. Fitz knew he needed you to keep the presidency and that he wanted to keep you as his wife until all his bills he needed were passed. He isn't understanding that I asked for a right now thing. I wasn't asking for a give a little take a little situation. He chose you. Fitz chose you. You won. I backed out of the fight four months ago when I asked him to choose me and he said no."

"Is that why you tried to kill yourself?"

Olivia let out a loud groan in frustration. "I did NOT try to kill myself. I didn't do anything to physically hurt myself. I don't care what anyone else thinks."

"Okay, okay. I understand that. I should let you get some rest then. I'll get going and see what Fitz is up to. But Liv, I do want us to be friends again."

Olivia nodded in understanding. "We'll see."

Mellie left the room seeing Fitz standing just behind the door. She closed the door behind her and stepped to the side. "Why didn't you tell me that she came to you four months ago? That she asked you to choose her?"

"What?"

"She said you picked me over her. Because you needed me for your job and not her."

Fitz stood straight, taking his eyes off Olivia for a moment to look Mellie in the eyes. "I want to make one thing clear. No matter what situation I am in. The consequences of anything be damned, I will ALWAYS need Olivia. She's the reason that I breathe. We've been married for twenty years and I'm sorry to say this but I have never felt what I feel for Olivia for you. And I'm sure you feel the same way with Andrew." He saw Mellie's shocked look that he knew about her and Andrew. "The man can't hold a bottle of Scotch if his life depended on it."

Once he was finished with Mellie he went into Liv's room and sat next to her bed.

"You can go, you know? There's apparently no way out of this damn psych hold. You'll know where I'm at every minute for at least the next two days. You have a job to do that needs to be done."

"Like I told you earlier, I'm right where I need to be. Since there's no visiting on that floor, I'll head back to the White House when they take you up."

"Fitz, I didn't…"

"We can talk about all of that later. Right now, I'd like to get you well and take you back to your apartment. Once you're ready, we can talk about all of this then. I'm here to get you through this."

As Fitz leaned up to kiss her lips, the doctor came in and told them that they were ready to go up to the psych ward.

When they rolled her bed out to the hall to the elevator, Cyrus stopped and took her hand.

"You do know that you are not getting out of a conversation about what happened ever, right?"

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"Good, hang in there. Be a gladiator and I'll see you in two days."

"You too. Two days, Cy, count the hours."

Fitz bent down and gave her a small kiss on the lips just before the elevator doors closed. Two days of knowing Olivia was in a hospital and he couldn't do anything about it was going to kill him.