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WARNING: These characters aren't mine. They belong to West Wing, Something I Can Do *********************** This story (at least the first part of it) takes place a day or two after the shooting *********************************************************************
Donna walked into her boss' office for the first time since the shooting. Her eyes puffy and red from crying, she looked around the office: the papers crumpled in the trash can, the picture of Josh's sister on his desk and the rumpled clothes hanging on a hook behind the door. Everything looked the same is it did everyday and probably the same way it would look after Josh came back. Then why did she feel like he was never coming back? But she knew he would be, the doctors and the First Lady had assured her that he had pulled through the surgery and would be fully recovered in a matter of weeks.
"I should ask, is there something I should be doing? I mean is there something that Josh's office should be doing?"
The next morning,
Sam was stopped in the hall by two large men pushing a cart with a large chair
on it. "Okay guys,
right in here," Donna instructed as she unlocked the door to Josh's office. "Hey Donna,
what's going on?" Sam asked as the two men finally passed him. "I got Josh's
chair fixed for him." Donna said with a bright smile. "It was
broken?" Sam asked as he watched the two men place the chair behind the
desk." "Yeah, Josh
said one of the wheels was wobbly so I sent it out to my friend Carlos to be
fixed," Donna explained. "Who's
Carlos?" Sam asked as he flipped through the folder he was holding. "A
friend," Donna said. "Now don't you have something else you could be
doing?" Sam took a deep
breath and closed the folder. "Yeah," Donna watched him as he started
down the hall. "You know, Josh is lucky to have you," Sam called back down the hall. Donna crossed her arms over chest and smiled as the two delivery men edged past her.
Two weeks later.
Josh was busy on
his first day back to work, trying to keep things as normal as possible. As he
hung up the phone, Donna walked into his office and dropped a file on his desk. "You haven't
said thank you," Donna said as she stood in front of the desk. Josh looked up.
"For what?" "Your chair.
I got it fixed." Josh returned his
attention to the file on his desk. "I didn't notice. Knowing the goof-balls
you hang around with I'm surprised I'm not on the floor again." Donna smirked then turned to leave the office. "You better watch it Josh Lyman or you're going to wind up in that hospital again.
Donna turned and
looked at him. "Thanks,"
Josh said sincerely. Donna smiled at him for a moment then turned to go back to her own desk, leaving Josh to his work.
The End.
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