I've done many stupid things in my life.
"What is this?" Bartlet yelled at Leo, putting the Washington Post on Leo's
"The Washington Post." He answered.
But its right there. Why can't I get in?
"Then what is this here in the front saying Secret Service Agents didn't allow a
critically wounded patient into the ER at GW while I was there?"
"We're looking into it sir."
I can feel the blood on my lip. Why can't I get in. Shit. Just let me in. I'm Dying! I
scream. But it's just drowned out.
"Damn it, Leo. This kid is dead. He did nothing to hurt us yet we let him die in a
parking lot. The reporters didn't even try to help him."
"He was stabbed after trying to steal some drugs."
I'll just sit down here for a li'le bit. Get my stregth back. Then I'll
"So? He's dead Leo. Because someone decided that my being alone in a hospital was
more important then letting some kid live. He choked on his own blood Leo. Alone. In the
middle of a hospital. HOSPITAL parking lot."
"I know sir. I read the article. And as I said, we're looking into it."
"What is the Secret Service saying so far?"
"That they are looking into it."
"Bullshit, they're gunna bury this story."
Turns out that it is true. Well, for me any ways. But your life doesn't take that long
to flash back through when your 15 though.
Leo's expression softened. "I know sir. And there's isn't much we can do. I doubt
they'll talk about their procedures. Even to you.
Bartlet thought about that for a second. "I need to do something. I don't care if
this is blamed on, Ron Buterfield, the agents guarding the doors, or even me. I want you
to figure out why this happened."
"And in Washington today, President Bartlet paid a visit to South East DC to see
Deborah Grace, mother of the boy who died of stab wounds at GW hospital where the
President himself was being treated. Said the President 'We live in a time where it seems
that one more murder is nothing. No matter who you are or what kind of life you life, no
one deserves this...' "
Bartlet turned of the TV before he could hear the rest of his speech.
"Leo, I didn't do anything. I simply told everyone what they already knew."
"Yes, sir. But when you say you want to help. People listen a lot closer."
"So what happens. DC no longer has the highest murder rate? Then its LA or New
York or Boston. It just goes on and on."
"Well sir, DC is a good place to start as any."
"Yeah, lets get started."