Disclaimers- see Part 1
If You Go I Go- Part 12
Toby sat next to Sam's bed, watching the younger man intently, not saying anything.
"Toby" CJ said softly coming over. "Donna, Josh, and I are going to the cafeteria to get some coffee while Leo checks on Caitlin. Why don't you come?"
Toby shook his head. "I don't want to leave him alone, just in case..."
CJ smiled softly. "If Sam could see you now...you would never be able to pretend that you don't care about him."
"I wish Sam could see me now." Toby answered.
CJ placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "He's going to be ok. This is our Sam we're talking about. Do you think he'd let something like this keep him down? No he'll be awake in no time, driving you crazy with his over exuberant imagery and lack of punctuation." She smiling, fighting back tears.
Toby felt a small smile slip across his face. The smile left his face though as he spoke, "But what if Caitlin doesn't..."
"I don't know." CJ answered, losing the fight against her tears looking down at Sam. "I don't know."
The President looked up from his position next to Caitlin's bed to see a priest standing in the doorway. Bartlet stood shakily as the man approached.
"I'm Father Murphy. I'm chaplain here at the hospital."
"Father, thank you for coming." The President answered as Abbey and Zoey looked on.
"How is she?" Father Murphy asked.
"Still critical." Abbey answered wearily, squeezing Caitlin's uninjured hand.
Father Murphy walked over to Caitlin's bed, placing a comforting hand on Zoey's shoulder as he walked by. He came to a stop next to the head of Caitlin's bed. As he gently placed his hand on Caitlin's head, Bartlet came to stand next to him.
The Father closed his eyes and began to slowly speak, "Our father, who art in heaven..."
Caitlin sank down into the grass, suddenly exhausted.
"Caitie?" Sam questioned as he sat down next to her.
"I'm so tired." She replied softly.
Sam reached over and caressed her face. "Are you ok?" he asked.
Caitlin nodded. "I just want to sleep." She answered, her eyelids drooping as she spoke.
Sam watched worriedly, as she lowered herself onto the grass. He lay down beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist.
Soon Caitlin's breathing became even and Sam realized that she had fallen asleep. From the looks of it a deep sleep.
Sam watched her intently, fighting his own fatigue. He felt an urgent need to watch her, to watch over her, to make sure she was still with him.
But soon his own weariness became too much and sleep claimed him.