Notes: This is totally not what I was planning on doing with this story, cause I had no plans. So thanks to Rhiannon for her input and help.

"Are you feeling any better?" Jed asked as his wife answered the phone.

"No, if anything, I'm feeling worse."

"How so?"

"I feel bloated, and every time I try to eat something, I only take a few bites and I'm full. And I'm still tired and my back is hurting even worse now. Oh, and I keep throwing up."

"I'm gonna come back now, I'm gonna take care of you."

"Are you sure you can get away?"

"I'm the President, I can do whatever I want. And when that doesn't work, I'll sneak out when Mrs. Landingham isn't looking."

Abbey tried to laugh, but it hurt her, "Ouch, it hurts to laugh."

"I'm coming right now. I love you."

"I love you too." They both hung up.

"Mrs. Landingham!" Jed cried out, as his elderly secretary entered his office. "I'm leaving now, I don't care what time it is. Have whatever appointments rerouted to Leo or Josh or someone."

"How is Mrs. Bartlet?"

"She doesn't sound too good, that's why I'm gonna go check up on her. Oh, and I may not be in tomorrow. It all depends on how she is doing."

"Send her my regards, would you sir?"

"Of course. I'm out of here." Jed said as he left.

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"Hey sexy!" Jed entered the presidential bedroom.

Abbey looked over at him and weakly said, "Yeah, right. I'm too sick to be sexy."

"You're always sexy. You feeling any better?" Jed sat down on her side of the bed.

"No, not really."

"Where's your bag? I'm gonna take your temperature." Jed said as he felt her forehead. "You're burning up even worse now."

"I didn't think that was possible." Abbey said as she pointed to the closet, "It's in there. On the floor."

Jed followed her finger and found the bag. Returning to the bed, this time he climbed in on his side and laid down, facing his wife. Pulling the thermometer out and putting a cover on it, he said, "Open up." Abbey refused at first. "I can always do this the recreational way if you prefer." With that, Abbey opened up and Jed slid the thermometer in her mouth. After it beeped, he took it out, "102.3*! This isn't good. Maybe we should get you to a hospital."

"No, I don't want to go to a hospital."

"Abbey, I realize as a doctor, you hate hospitals. But you are really sick. You need to go."

"Can't I just stay here, and you can be my doctor? I like it when you are in *your* doctor mode."

"As much as I would love that, no. We need to get you to a hospital."

"What if you had your doctor come here and check up on me? I really don't feel like moving, Jed. My entire body aches."

"Okay, I'll call a doctor up here. But if he says to take you to a hospital…"

"Deal." Abbey said as Jed picked the phone up and dialed a few numbers.

Once he got off the phone, he laid back down and pulled Abbey into his arms until the doctor came.

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"Can I see you alone for a minute, Mr. President?" The doctor said after he finished examining his new patient.

"Yeah, sure. We can go out there in the hall way." Jed leaned over and kissed his wife on the cheek. "I'll be back in a minute sweetie."

With that, Jed and the doctor moved out into the hallway. "How is she?"

"It's pretty bad, sir."

"How bad?" Jed avoided eye contact.

"With all the symptoms she described…I want to schedule a biopsy."

"You think she has cancer?"

"It's possible that she has cancer, yes. More specifically, ovarian cancer. Which is why I'd like to schedule a biopsy."

"Is this serious? You're serious?"

"Yes, Mr. President, I am. There is always the chance that I am wrong, and that she just has the flu, as well as the different pains she has been feeling. To be on the safe side, though, I'd really like to schedule this."

"When?"

"Tomorrow morning? 8:00 a.m.?"

"We'll be there. Thank you doctor." Jed extended his hand and bid the doctor good bye.

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Under The Weather - 3

 

 

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