Ok, so this chapter was another unplanned addition, I was reading a cheesy romance novel and one of the scenes made me inspired this chapter. This is another instance of me writing a chapter primarily because of a need to escape to my happy Olitz world after tonight's episode so kind of a rushed job. Hope it is not to horribly awful.
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(O)"Jackson, where exactly is our next stop?" Olivia asked tiredly as she walked down the hallway at the hotel where she had just given a speech at the annual national CPS conference. It had been a long day of multiple public appearances as First Lady and trying to stay on top of OP&A's latest rather volatile case. She was ready to get back to the White House and see her husband and child.
"You have a press conference back at the White House Mrs. Grant"
(O)"Great, just let duck into the restroom to freshen up a bit before walking out into that sea of reports that is lining the street."
"Of course."
When Olivia entered the restroom she walked up to the mirror and pulled out her lip gloss and comb to freshen up. However, before she got started she noticed something strange. There was a hand sticking out through the narrow space between the floor and bottom of one of the stall doors. From the angle of the hand, it would appear someone was in somewhat of a sitting position against the stall door. But the hand seemed very limp.
(O) "Hello, are you alright in there?" she asked as she slowly approached the door. After receiving no answer she knocked and asked again. "Hello, do you need help?" Still not answer. Olivia looked through the narrow crack between the door and stall wall but could only determine that there was in fact someone slouched against the door. She tried to push the door open but it would not budge. She quickly knelt down and reached for the person's wrist to try and find a pulse. She was relived to find one, but it seemed rather slow and thready. Realizing that she was going to need assistance in trying to help the person, she quickly exited the room and turned to the head of her secret service detail who was standing just outside the door.
(O)"Rob there is a woman unconscious in a stall in there. One of you call for an ambulance and someone come help me." The SS agents immediately sprung into action, one placing the necessary phone call and the others following Olivia back into the restroom.
(O)"I tried to push and the door but it is locked and I she seems to be wedged up against so we can't just break it down." Olivia explained after further assessing the situation. There was only a small gap at the bottom of the stalls and then a bit of a gap at the top of them. After she saw this, she realized what needed to happen.
"Someone lift me up over the partition so I can get in there and see if I can help her and maybe move her enough for you to get the door open."
"Mrs. Grant, we can get to work on getting the stall door off, it shouldn't take very long. We just need to ask the maintenance for the tools"
"By the time we do that she could be dead, we need to get in there so we can access the situation. Now lift me up."
"Mrs. Grant, one of us will do it."
"The space between the top of the partition is narrow. I am the only one here that is going to fit. Now lift me up. " Realizing that he wasn't going to be able to talk the first lady out of going over the partition, Rob quickly complied and lifted her by the waist so that she could get a good enough grasp to pull herself over. As she went over the top she felt a sharp pain in her leg as it scrapped against something but paid no attention to it in her rush to get over and help the woman. Once she was over, she saw the woman slumped against the stall wall, her head in an awkward position that seemed to be hindering her ability to breath.
(O)"She is having trouble breathing." She yelled over to men on the other side. "I know that normally you shouldn't move someone who may have a neck injury but she is going to be corpse if she can't breath." Olivia told them through the stall door while trying to figure out the best way to accomplish her goal. The woman was probably twice her size so moving her by herself was going to be a challenge.
(O)"Throw your jacket over, I need something I can wrap around her chest and up under her arms so I can move her!" She commanded. Within seconds two black jackets came flying over the door. Olivia's first goal was getting the woman into a position where she could breath then moving her away from the door. Using the jacket she soon had the woman in a position where her airways were not being blocked by the position of her neck, but them came the hard part. It took multiple tugs and a lot of exertion, but she was eventually able move the woman far enough away from the door for the agents and hotel manager who had joined the group upon a hearing what had happened to get the stall door open enough to slip in and help her.
"The coat check clerk had seen her come in here and when I told him what was going on he was able to get her purse for me. I though it might help." The hotel manager explained quickly knelt down on the side of the woman opposite from Olivia. Olivia immediately grabbed to purse and dumped out it contents hoping there would be a clue as to what was wrong with the woman. The answer came in the form of a diabetes kit.
(O)"She's diabetic. Her blood sugar probably dropped too low." She explained before opening the kit and taking out the test strips and bloods sugar reader. "Anyone know what proper blood sugar level should be?"
"I do Mrs. Grant, my mother was a type 1 diabetic." Was the response from one of the secret service agents.
(O) "Well then get down here and show me what we can do before the paramedics arrive."
The agent quickly followed her instructions and knelt down beside her. He grabbed the glucose meter from the kit and quickly pricket the woman's finger and slipped the test strip into the machine.
"She is down in the 40's, that is dangerous low. She needs a glucose shot. The kit looks like it has both that and insulin shots."
(O) "So lets administer that then."
"Ummmm, Mrs. Grant, that was the one thing I could never help my mother with, I have problem with needles." The agent admitted sheepishly.
(O)"Seriously?...find just give it to me. Where does it need to go?"
"In her hip or glut region." He instructed and Olivia quickly did what he said. Only about 2 minutes later paramedics where being guided into the room. They quickly went to work assessing the patient's condition as Olivia and the agent explained what had already been done. When one paramedic noticed blood on the floor by the patient he immediately began searching her for injuries.
"I can't find where she is bleeding from." He stated when he could not find a wound.
(O)"That's my blood" Olivia responded when she realized what he was talking about.
"What?!" was the startled response from the head of her secret service detail.
(O) "It's just a cut on my leg. I scrapped it going over the partition. I will be fine."
"Mrs. Grant, I think we should get your leg checked out. That gash looks pretty deep." On of the paramedics stated.
"Its just a cut, I don't need to see a doctor keep your focus on the patient."
"Mrs. Grant, I know the president will insist on it if he sees you leg like that. I think it might be better to get it done with now rather than trying to fight him when he insists upon it later." An agent stated in an effort to get her to follow the suggestion.
(O)"Fine, but just have a doctor meet us at the White House, if I go to the ER or am seen being treated in public here, there will be a media circus."
At this point the paramedics has the patient, who was beginning to come around stabilized and ready to transport to the ambulance. After they got her out. The secret service agent, who had radioed to have Olivia's limo moved to the side entrance, rushed her out of the hotel and into that limo. Once they arrived back at the White House, Olivia was escorted up the residence where a doctor was waiting to examine her injury.
Olivia sat down on the coach and the doctor began to gently prob the cut and swollen bruise and began to clean the area with antiseptic. As he was finishing with the cleaning the door opened and a concerned looking Fitz walked through it followed.
"Olivia, what is going on? I was just told that a doctor was brought it to see you?"
(O)"It's nothing Fitz. Just a little cut." She said in an attempt to alleviate his worry. However, as he came to sit in the chair next the couch she was on, he caught a glimpse of the large gash and ever expanding bruise on her calf.
"Jesus Livie, that is not nothing. What the hell happened?"
(O)"Long story."
"Mrs. Grant, this is going to need several stiches. And when was you last tetanus shot?"
(O)"I can't remember exactly, maybe 9-10 years ago."
"So you will need one of those as well. I am also going to prescribe some antibiotics."
(O)"Is that really necessary?"
"This cut is deep and sustained at the top of a bathroom stall divider. I highly doubt that is an area that cleaners get at often. We could leave it and wait and see if an infection develops, but I don't recommend that course."
"She will take the antibiotics." Fitz answered for Olivia, then turned back to her "Bathroom stall?"
But before Olivia could respond, she was interrupted by someone else entering the room.
"Sorry to interrupt Mr. President, Mrs. Grant, but it is all over the news, you are being hailed a hero." One of the aids stated quickly before turning on the television placed in the corner of the room. When the screen came on, Olivia saw the unconscious woman from the bathroom lying in a hospital bed giving an interview.
"It was so odd waking up and seeing her face. I though I was dreaming at first, but the paramedics told me that if she hadn't moved me enough to unblock my airways and then given by my glucose shot I would have probably been dead before they got there." The woman told the cameras.
"And that was the woman saved by First Lady Olivia Grant this afternoon in the bathroom of Wellington Hotel. According to reports, it was Mrs. Grant who found the woman unconscious, had paramedics called and realizing the seriousness of the situation personally climbed over into the stall to help. Witnesses report that they later saw Mrs. Grant escorted out of the hotel and into her caravan with what appeared to be an injured leg. There have not been any comments from the White House thus far; we will keep you posted as the story develops.
"Is that how you cut your leg?" Fitz asked incredulously.
(O)"Told you it was kind of a long story"
"I want to hear every detail" Fitz insisted and Olivia explained exactly what happen as he held her hands while the doctor stitched up and bandaged her calf.
"My wife the hero." Fitz stated proudly when it was all done.
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Alright, so there it is. Yet another chapter created because the stress of the actual Scandal episodes has left me unable to sleep 3 Thursday nights in a row. Well, finals are done now so I will hopefully be able to actually do the chapters that were already planned and finish up this story and get back into my first story "roses are red". The fact that we have to wait 28 days for the next Scandal and I won't have school to distract be until that week means I will likely need to constantly be writing Scandal fanfiction to fill the void. Don't be surprised if before January 10th I have finished both this story and Roses are Red and started others. We shall see.
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