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You rush to the bathroom, scrubbing with weak soap and cool water, digging blood from under your blunt nails with the tip of a pen, but, like Lady Macbeth, the blood won�t disappear.  Only her guilt was real and yours is imagined, though the blood on her hands was no longer there and yours is as real as it can get.
After the doors swung shut you looked at Sam, feeling defeated and terrified.  If you had been permitted you both would have gone with Josh to the trauma room, but, despite your job titles, you aren�t what the hospital considers Authorized Personnel, and you both knew, though you don�t want to admit it, that you would only get in the way if you were to push your way through to your fallen brother.  You had been with him, you trailed his gurney until they lifted him onto a table and then you were all asked forcefully to leave the room.  So you all go back out to the triage area even though you�re all afraid to leave Josh�s side lest his slip away in your absence.

You remember the story that Ginger told you earlier, about how Donna sent Josh�s chair to �the shop�, whatever that means, and Josh being Josh was so focused on everything else that he didn�t realize there was nothing there for him to sit in when he went looking for another bit of research for the Town hall prep, something you never saw even though the scene kept rolling over and over in your head, mixed with scenes with Sam and CJ and Leo and the President, as you thought about your family while staring out the window of your office before leaving for Roslyn.  You can�t pinpoint when exactly these people became your family.  You know that Sam and Josh and CJ and everyone else at the White House annoy you more than David and Liat and Talia ever did, though Liat and Talia are ten and eight years older than you so you were usually the one to annoy them, not the other way around.  Nonetheless, your chosen family annoys you more than your brother and sisters ever did, yet you only see your sisters on Thanksgiving and your relationship with your brother has been strained since he declared his support of your father and, though it would be hard to go on if you lost a sibling, the thought of losing Josh or Sam or CJ or anyone else in your White House family is debilitatingly terrifying.

Sam is devastated, and the big brother feelings you wanted so desperately to get rid of only a week earlier are back in full force.  You were never good at being the big brother, the most recent evidence of this being that you forgot that your baby brother had a mission and that he and his astro-newts would be testing out his latest theory, and you know that Sam will need someone to turn to and you wish that you were better at emotions.  You can�t help but think that maybe if you help Sam get through this you won�t feel so guilty yourself.

You struggle to explain, telling Leo how you saw Josh�s profile, his body leaning heavily against a cement retaining wall that houses some plants that Andi would be able to identify if she were there, though you�re immensely glad that she isn�t.  She wanted to come, you remember, but she had had a fundraiser to go to and, even though she is unchallenged in the midterms that are coming up, she still needs to raise funds because she won�t always be so lucky.
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