TITLE: New Hampshire
SUMMARY: Sam’s thoughts as he watches Josh
struggle to stay alive.
RATING: PG, First Season Resolution
SPOILERS: In The Shadow of Two Gunmen I & II
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Slightly ESF, not entirely,
though, could also be EJF if one wanted to consider it as such.
I don’t own these characters. Also
thank you to Erin, "my dearest brother" (Okay, not really, but she calls me
her sis….it’s an RPG thing!) for reading over the stuff, putting up with my
incoherent rants which are written at 6:30 in the morning that try to explain
whatever idea was inspired by previous dreams from the night before…Y’know,
all that great stuff! ::grins::
Let’s get this show on the road already, huh?
I almost started crying as I saw the blood covering
his hands and shirt. He’d fallen
over in Toby’s arms just before I got up the steps, and Toby eased him gently
so he was flat on his back on the cement. He was muttering something unintelligible in a raspy voice as
EMT’s rushed over and started working, pushing CJ, Toby, and me back.
"I couldn’t remember…Gage Whitney…" he rasped, suddenly
CJ looked over at me. "You know what he’s talking about?" she whispered.
"It’s…my old firm…he could never remember
the name…" I smiled slightly at the irony.
When he was in perfect health and coherent, he couldn’t remember the
name to save his life, but when he was bleeding profusely and nearly
unconscious, he could say it without even realizing it.
The EMT’s lifted him gently onto the stretcher
and started to take him over to the ambulance.
I looked over at where he’d been lying.
The blood was already staining the cement…So much blood…Blood that
should’ve been in him, giving indication he had a better than even chance of
making it through the next HOUR, let alone for years to come.
I swallowed hard as I stared at the bright red pool, and CJ touched my
arm gently. "He’s gonna be
"C’mon, let’s go." I followed her silently to the car that was waiting for us to
take us to GW, following the ambulance. And
I did my best to stay in control the whole way there.
Toby sat by the window, staring stonily through the smoked glass, and CJ
kept a gentle hand on my shoulder. "They
have the best doctors in the country, there are people trained specifically for
this sort of thing in case of things like this…He’s gonna be okay, Sam."
I was amazed how together she managed to sound…Not five minutes before,
she’d been more freaked out than I had.
He’d looked so bad…His skin pale where it
wasn’t covered in blood, his very slight movements weak and slow, his mumbling
unintelligible…As he’d fallen into Toby’s arms, he’d looked dead.
And he wasn’t far enough from it that it wasn’t a possibility.
I scrambled out of the car when we reached the ER,
and ran alongside the stretcher as they wheeled him in.
He’d changed from mumbling about my former law firm to social
security…His shirt had been cut open and a paramedic was holding a
blood-soaked gauze pad to his chest where the bleeding was.
The neck brace was restraining him, but he still tried to sit up.
"I have to get to New Hampshire…!"
"You went to New Hampshire, we both did.
You came and got me." I
squeezed his hand, willing him to be okay, trying to convince myself that he had
a good chance…and feeling my heart rebel.
The doctors basically told us all to get out, and a
nurse led us to a private waiting room. Leo
was going to just leave, but he took one look at me and did his best to give me
a confidant smile of sorts, but he was too tired.
"He’s gonna be fine, Sam."
"Yeah, I know, it’s -"
"I mean it.
So try not to worry yourself to death, okay?"
nodded and headed back out, knowing where he was needed most was at the White
House. I sat down a few chairs down
from CJ and settled in to wait.
He was my best friend…had been for five
years…He’d been the one who’d gotten me to where I was, and for that I was
grateful. I never would’ve left
Gage Whitney had it not been from him, and aside from the thing with Lisa, it
had been the best thing I’d ever done…Plus he was just sorta always THERE,
making every one of us laugh - well, save Toby, but so far none had been found
that could make Toby laugh…I couldn’t bear the thought of walking into a
staff meeting and not seeing him there, or of his office belonging to someone
else…Donna working as someone else’s assistant…God, the thought was
horrible. "He CAN’T die," I
muttered to myself. "I won’t
let him." I think CJ heard me, but she didn’t say anything, nor did
Toby who’d probably also heard it…I looked down at my notebook.
I was supposed to write remarks…But what the hell could I say?
"My best friend’s been hit, does that answer your questions?"
Blinking back tears, I started to work.