Chapter 11
Abbey tried to relax even though she was the center of attention in the Emergency Room. She had made a mental check of her own and could only come up with cuts, scrapes and a broken femur. And it had to be on the opposite side from her broken ankle. 'Shit. Just my luck.'
"Ma'am, tell me on a scale of one to ten how bad your pain is."
Abbey stopped a very inappropriate response to that question. She reminded herself that they were just doing their job so she tried to be as pleasant as possible.
"About a nine."
"Yes, ma'am. Give her 10 mg of Morphine IV stat."
As she felt the drug being pushed into her arm, Abbey was thinking, 'What the hell was all this yes ma'aming? Couldn't they call me at least Mrs. Bartlet? You know, if Jed heard me he would just let me have it, so why am I so damn angry?'
Abbey thoughts finally formed the most important question. She didn't know where Jed or Zoey was. 'That's why I'm so angry. Please, God, tell me they're both okay.' In the haste to get her to the ambulance and the Emergency Room, she had neglected to ask the most burning questions. 'Her family? Were they okay?'
She looked around the room and tried to get her agent's attention. By that time however, the full effect of the morphine was taking effect. She knew she was losing consciousness and tried to fight it. She had to know about her family and she…
"Good, she's out. Now let's get those x-rays."
"Mr. President, we have word that Mrs. Bartlet has been rescued and has been transported to GW for assessment. I'll let you know as soon as we know more."
"Thanks, Ron. But all I really want to do is get home." Jed had been patient enough. "Ron, is there a threat against me?"
"Not that I know of, sir. This is only a precaution to keep you away from Washington."
"I need to get back to Washington and right now. Arrange it."
"Sir,…"
"Ron, I need to get back for the world, my country, and my family. The world needs to see that I don't run from danger. Washington is where the government is located and that's where I need to be. My family needs me. So you make whatever arrangements you need to. I'm going back."
"Yes, sir."