Comfort through Trials - Different Perspectives
Archive: If you want it, take it. Just let me know where it's going.
Spoilers: None that I know of.
Author's Notes: Sequel to "Comfort through Trials - Shades of Grey".
Disclaimer: They're not mine, I just borrow them to play with.
Okay, just for the record, I am not afraid of hospitals. Just because I spent most of my summer in one, and brought Sam here last night, and am here again today, I am not afraid of hospitals. That's on the record, or it would be if I was allowed to tell anyone what was going on.
I called Donna. I called Leo. I left Sam in bed where he can't do any harm. Now all I have to do is figure out how come the only time I can sleep is when my best friend is sneaking out of the house. Typical, I mean, I catch little three hour naps on a good day, but when I ought to be keeping an eye on Sam.... and apparently Lisa, I'm out cold. Speaking of cold, it is chilly out here, and I was too busy ordering Donna to watch Sam closely to remember a coat. I ought to go inside. I'm sure Dr. Bartlett would tell me it's silly to stand outside like this when I just managed to heal, but I am not pacing the hospital. Which reminds me, I am not afraid of hospitals, I just have a slight aversion to this one.
"Mr. Lyman!" What the.... He tracked me down. Whatever it is, the doctor tracked me down, outside the hospital nonetheless. This can't be good. "Mr. Lyman, I'm so glad I found you." He's panting a little and I can't help but think that it's sort of ironic that a doctor is in such bad shape he can't jog around the hospital. I mean, I'm not the most health conscious man in the world, but I can still jog with the Vice President, and that takes some effort. Okay, so maybe I couldn't keep up with him right now, but before the.... before the.... before.... before I could do it. Before.
She's what? She's asking for me. Lisa is asking for me. You know, I think I can out run this doctor to her room. If she's asking for me, she's awake. If she's awake, then she's alright. She's asking for me. Then why am I still standing here? Move move move.
I wasn't sure I could still move that fast, and that hammering in my chest is telling me maybe I shouldn't have. She looks pale, like all the blood's been drained out of her. Woah, let's not use imagery like that. I'm not sure I ought to think about that. "Joshua." Yes! She's awake. I never thought I would be so happy to see her glaring at me. Glaring at me? What did I do?
"Who's with Sam?" Right here, right now. Bartlett ought to give her a medal or something for unflagging dedication to a cause, because she is way too dedicated to Sam. Speak of the devil and the devil appears. That's definitely a Lisa phrase, because the next thing I know, Sam's at the door, sort of hanging between Donna and Leo. I told them he had the flu and he didn't want them to know how badly run down he was. It's a half truth, but I can live with that.
He must have left them with that explanation, because Donna's warning him to keep some distance, and not get Lisa sick. It's been a long week, and it's only Monday. I have to take pity on Sam, so I tell them that Lisa's the one who gave him the flu. Not anywhere near reality this time, but Donna let's him sit down and hold Lisa's hand. No, Leo, not that look. Stop giving me that look. Fine, we'll talk in the hallway.
I thought Leo would never stop asking questions about things I have no right to tell him. When I come back in the room, Donna's trying to maintain conversation, but Lisa and Sam aren't helping her all that much. They're just sitting there, holding hands, and reminding me exactly how nauseating they can be when they're together. I suggest to Donna that maybe she should go home and get some rest, because I will be in to work tomorrow and she will have work to do. No, don't crinkle your nose at me young lady. I'm serious about that.
I give Donna an awkward hug when she leaves. She must have been through hell when I was in the hospital. I didn't quite understand that until this weekend. Without her and Lisa I don't know what I would have done after the.... after the.... after it happened. Donna gives me a weird look and asks if I'm feeling all right. I think I've lost the power of speech, because I just nod. I'm fine, I'm just..... what's the word I want. Sam would know. "Sam?" Maudlin. The word I want is maudlin. Now Donna's rolling her eyes and feeling my forehead. Fine, but I'm still coming to work tomorrow.
Dr. What's-his-name who can't run around the building comes back in as Donna leaves. He looks at me, he looks at Sam, and he asks Lisa if she wants us to leave while they talk. It looks like the very thought terrifys her and she clutches Sam's hand so tightly that if the doctor wants us to leave, he'll have to amputate Sam's arm. For myself, in all the years I've known her, I've never left her when she was sick, and I'm not about to start. Not unless his stethoscope doubles as a crowbar.
Okay, this doesn't sound half bad. A few broken ribs, a slight concussion, and that's it? You'd think I'd been holding my breath since the phone rang by the amount of air I let out when he finishes. Keep her overnight for observation? I'm happy with that, and I'm sure Sam would be too if he could stop kissing her long enough to say something. Lisa makes him stop though, and tries to argue that since they're going to let her go in the morning, we should go home and get some rest. Is she crazy? Wait, bad choice of words considering...... Yeah.
Sam's already looking better and I figure half the reason he looked so bad coming in is because Lisa had been in an accident. Actually, he looks a lot better now, and I guess he worked it out of his system. Leo ought to know about this though. I mean, Sam told me he used to get pretty off the wall, and since, you know, we work in the White House, people might care if he did something in public.
I'm not bringing that kind of news to Leo though. Sam will tell him. He doesn't have much of a choice, does he?
We argued a bit about who would stay with Lisa at the hospital, but I didn't try too hard. Maybe last night started a trend, and I'm going to sleep tonight. Besides, I think Lisa'd rather have Sam's shoulder to lean on than mine. I'm not good at carrying more than I have to, at least, I'm not right now. It'll pass though. I'll be fine.
I throw that whole theory about sleeping through the night out the window before 3 AM. This is the fourth time I've woken up, and that last nightmare was weird. Not just weird, but weird even for me. I don't know why I slept so well last night if nothing has changed unless.... No, I'm not even going to consider the fact that Lisa is my security blanket. No way.
For now, I'm just going to give up, get up, and head uptown.