"Josh!" The scream came from the small office in between the Press Secretary and the Deputy Chief of Staff.
CJ ran in and immediately called to one of the interns. "Call 911 now and page Josh on the hill." She said quickly before disappearing back into the office.
Josh was sitting, bored, in the meeting he was attending on the hill. His pager vibrated on the waistband of the grey pants he wore. Glancing at the screen it took him a minute to register what it said. '911 – Get to GW now!'
"Excuse me Senator Glass, I have to run. I have an emergency." Josh said as he grabbed the notes off the table and stuffed them into his backpack. Pulling his suit jacket from the back of his chair, he slid his arms into it as he grabbed the backpack and headed for the door. "I'll have my assistant re-arrange this meeting."
"Certainly josh. Hope everything is all right." The elderly Senator commented.
"So do I sir, so do I." Josh replied as he ran from the room.
Arriving at GW, he stopped before entering the door. He still couldn't walk across the divide without thinking of the night Donna had and then watched her world crumble at the thought of him dying. He had almost died in this hospital, but whatever the emergency was right now he needed to be there.
Inside the door Carol was waiting for him. "Josh, CJ told me fifth floor. That's where I've to send you." She seemed very jittery, unsure of what she should be doing in the situation, considering she didn't really know what was going on.
"Thanks Carol." He said handing her his backpack before he headed towards the elevators. All he could think was Fifth Floor – Maternity. Wasn't it too early? Those were the thoughts that kept him going in the painstakingly slow elevator ride.
"Excuse me can someone show me where I can find either CJ Cregg or my wife Donna Lyman?" Josh asked at the nurse's station.
"Mr Lyman, if you'd like to follow me I'll show you to your wife's room." A young nurse with a solemn face walked down the hall, indicating for Josh to follow. Outside of one of the rooms a doctor stood shaking his head. "Dr Charles, this is Mr Lyman."
"Mr Lyman, I am so sorry." The doctor started.
Josh raised his hand to stop the doctor from going any further. "Sorry about what? What's going on?"
"I'm sorry I thought you had been appraised of the situation. Your wife came in with severe cramping and significant bleeding. My Lyman your wife miscarried the baby." The doctor had such a sympathetic look on his face.
"What do you mean, miscarried, she was seven and a half months pregnant." Josh couldn't wrap his mind around what he was being told.
"It's what we class as a late term miscarriage. We are not sure as to what causes it to happen. Sometimes it's high blood pressure, stress a number of other factors, but we can't be sure." The doctor tried to explain the best he could.
Josh took a minute before asking. "How is she?"
"She's doing all right. Physically she will recover quickly. She is young and healthy. Emotionally maybe something different. Different women cope in different ways. You just have to watch out for signs of depression and such likes."
"Oh we know them, so I wouldn't worry about that." Josh told the doctor. It was true; the Lyman family certainly knew the signs of depression and other related disorders. "Can I go in a see her?"
"Of course. Your friend Ms Cregg is with her just now. I didn't want her to be on her own. She's been through a lot this afternoon."
"Thank you doctor." Josh said, shaking the elder man's hand.