Disclaimer: I own not the characters I have made my own in heart and spirit. They belong to people who just don't write it quite right. Damn I want Sorkin Back.

Author's Note: I am sad because John Spencer died. I am sad. Anywho I am so sorry I haven't written in so long. I just was well doing stuff…. You don't need to know… if you do you can ask but I am sorry. I meant to do it earlier. For those of you reading I can't remember I think it is dragging so it will end soon… unless you know someone says something else. And well others should be updated sooner than real later. Love… and enjoy…

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"She should be fine," the doctor assured him. "She's been over-stressed. That might have been what caused her to pass out."

Josh nodded, staring at her. "Do you know what went wrong?"

The doctor shook his head. "No," he answered, not being very reassuring. "We took some blood and did some scans. I want her to stay here overnight so we can be sure there's no danger to the babies."

Josh sighed, wishing she would wake up, and to tell him everything would be fine.

"Has she been eating much lately?" the doctor asked him holding a folder, making notes on a sheet.

Josh finally looked over at him. "She's been having a hard time keeping anything down."

The doctor nodded his reply. "I'm going to recommend bed rest, and we'll have to find a way to keep her nourished."

Josh looked at him panicked. "She won't like that."

The doctor nodded and smiled. "But her blood sugar was extremely low. And she's at a higher risk for miscarriage." He looked at Josh with a reassuring compassion.

Josh nodded only half-understanding. "Okay." Josh didn't think the man had been reassuring at all.

He sat down next to Donna. She hadn't woken up, and he wasn't planning on waking her. She could sleep for days before he'd start to worry. She looked peaceful.

He couldn't help but feel guilty. He had been angry. He should have gone back to see her right away. Instead he had tried to walk it off, he didn't want to come back and make her feel worse.

He sat and held her hand. He just wanted to see her happy, he had no other wish. He rubbed his fingers gently up and down her palm, the doctor in the background making some kind of orders. C.J. could listen now; he could listen later.

"Has she been sleeping much?" the doctor asked him.

Josh sub-consciously shook his head.

"Is she on any medication?"

He turned and looked up at the doctor. "She was taking something for her nausea; it wasn't working."

The doctor nodded and jotted something down on his pad. He continued for several minutes to ask Josh questions that to him seemed irrelevant and a little abnormal. But soon everyone left. C.J. left with the doctor promising to call later on. Toby stayed for a while and sat with Josh.

"Do you know when I was five," Toby began after they had been sitting quietly for sometime. "I remember falling, and not being able to get up. My mother came quickly to my side and she asked me, 'Toby are you alright?' And she picked me up and she took me inside. And as she took care of my knee she told me a story about when I would grow up. She would always say 'When you grow up you will be a strong man?' And I used to think she was right." Toby sat in reflective silence. His eyes glanced at Josh then rested on Donna.

Quietly he got up and put on his jacket. "But now every time something goes wrong, all I can think about is the time I feel down and my mother picked me up."

Josh didn't know what to make of it. Toby left, with a sigh. Josh wasn't sure if Toby was trying to make him feel better, or if he was trying to depress him even more. He just knew that he felt sad, he felt guilty but at least, sitting next to Donna, he didn't feel alone.

He sat for hours in that room. Only staring at her, wishing and hoping she would be all right. Slowly he began to doze off, resting his head on her hospital bed.

"Josh?" she stuttered as she woke. She looked around panicking and worried. "Where am I?" Her eyes were fogged; she couldn't focus. Her limbs felt weak, and she felt drowsy.

"Hmm?" Josh's head rose. Suddenly he saw her blinking eyes and startled look. "Donna? You're awake."

"Where am I?" she repeated. She felt tense, but she wanted to move, push herself up so she could sit.

"You're at the hospital," he began. "You collapsed at the office."

She still couldn't see clearly but she felt her eyes begin to water. "I don't want to be here. I want to go home." She was ready to walk out of the hospital right then. She suddenly realized she was far too tired to hold herself up.

Josh rose quickly and placed a hand softly on her shoulder and the center of her back. "It's okay Donna. You should rest."

She tried to look at him. He was a blurry image hanging above her. She settled back down in the bed and Josh sat back down in his chair.

"Josh?"

"Yeah."

"Just," she paused and tried to bring him into focus. "Just don't leave me," she mumbled as she closed her eyes ready to fall back into sleep.

He rose and kissed her forehead. "I never will." She had already fallen back into sleep but he felt sure he saw a smile escape her lips.