Fitz woke up earlier than Liv giving him time to call Cyrus and check in at the White House. Just before Liv woke up Jason came in looking a bit disappointed.
"What's wrong?" Fitz asked guessing his mood.
"Not good news; is she awake?"
"Not yet, can it wait? I'd like to give her enough sleep as possible."
"Have her page me when she gets wakes up. I'm going to get everything ready," Jason said as he walked away.
Fitz climbed into bed pulling Liv close to him. Bad news wasn't something he wanted to hear so early. He thought he would have a bit more time with Liv before anything would happen but it seemed this was moving fast.
Olivia rolled over looking at Fitz, smiling as she was happy to see him. "Good morning, Mr. President. How's the rest of the world handling your absence?"
"Very well since they don't really know that I'm out of the White House."
Liv could tell by his tone that something was wrong. "You don't sound happy. Did Cyrus say something?"
"No, Cyrus is fine. Dr. Kessler needs you to page him. He said… he said it was bad news. I'm just worried for you, Livie."
"Jason knows what he's doing. He's going to help me if he can. I guess there's no use in stalling."
Olivia took out her phone and paged Jason. He showed up a few minutes later. Olivia didn't need to hear the words come out of Jason's mouth. "It's grown again, hasn't it?"
Jason pulled the chair next to the bed. "We have to go in soon. It's bigger than we thought. I've got our team setting up right now. We'll have to go in this afternoon. I'm so sorry Liv."
"It'll be fine, Jason. You go get the team ready and come get me when you're done," Liv stated.
Jason left the room leaving Fitz and Olivia alone. Liv curled herself into a ball on the bed wanting to bury herself under the covers. Fitz sat on the edge of the bed next to her waiting for her to say something.
"You can go. This isn't what you signed up for, I know that. No one ever signs up for the mistress with a brain tumor. You should go live your life Fitz. This is my end. I didn't want you to watch me die to begin with," she said holding back the tears.
"I'm not going anywhere," Fitz said pulling her to him. "I told you. We are in this together. Neither of us signed up for you having a brain tumor. And I didn't sign up for a mistress. I did sign up for the person that I love. The amazing, talented, beautiful, smart Olivia Pope is the only woman that I have ever truly loved with everything in. And I will love you for the rest of my life whether you are here or not. But I have faith that your best friend is going to save your life. I have hope that we are going to beat this. And I trust that you will not leave me as long as you can. I want us, Livie. I know that you're tired and don't really have the energy but I need you to fight to stay here. And, even though I know this won't happen, I will be right there with you. I will hold you until you take your last breath and then some. But I know that you aren't going to die. Because there was never really an 'us' together. And there has to be an 'us'. So as long as you can, I need you to fight and stay with me. And if yelling at you is going to make you stay longer, then that's what I'll do. I'll yell and scream until I have you in my arms for good."
Olivia started crying as she clung to Fitz. "I'm not ready to die. I have many things that I want to do before that happens."
After a while, Jason came back with her nurse Shirley to take her to the Operating Room. Fitz went down the hallway as far as he was allowed to go with her.
"I'll be outside waiting for you when they're done. Just remember to fight, Livie. Fight as long as you can and then some," Fitz demanded.
"As long as I can, Fitz. One minute?"
"One minute."
Jason and Shirley left them alone and gave them some privacy.
When the minute was over, Fitz kissed her lips and watched them take her in. When the door to the OR closed, he went to the waiting room and pulled out his phone.
"Cyrus, Air Force One is coming to get you and Ella now."