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~ MARCH 15 2012 ~
You’ve been able to get out of bed and walk with assistance since the 13th. Just as Meredith promised, you’d be filled in once you could make it to the toilet and back unassisted.
How it went was more or less like this: Someone had successfully snuck a handgun into the rally and shuffled his way into the front row. Once the crowd was paying the most attention to you, he pulled the gun out and shot five rounds in your direction, one of which struck you an inch away from your heart. The rest only managed to lodge into the stage at various points and injure a security guard’s knee. He was promptly shot down when he turned to fire at the secret service moments after you collapsed onto the floor.
But who was he? Archie Pearce, 23. According to records he was a philosophy major at the University of Maine between 2007 and 2011, but disappeared shortly after his graduation. Coincidentally, he was also the last of the Capitol bombers that were on the loose. Upper-middle class family, girlfriend, healthy. No history of criminal activity, save for one case of drunk driving on campus. On the surface, there seemed to be no reason for him to become a domestic terrorist…but the same could be said for most of them, couldn’t it? Unlike his friend in Congress, evidence suggests that Archie wasn’t blackmailed or forced by other means into doing what he did. Rather, he was a genuine believer in the MFSA’s Islamic extremism. You even had time to read his manifesto some over the past few days.
But what about now? Now, you’re recovering much quicker then anticipated in a hospital in Chicago and are expected to be discharged sometime this week.
~ MARCH 17 2012 ~
After your flavorless breakfast, you are finally able to be discharged. You and Meredith are quickly escorted into Air Force One, this time with a post-attempt surge in security. You still need to walk with a cane for a month or two thanks to some of the damage from the bullet while it heals, but it doesn’t have any major effect on your ability to serve as president once again. With your VP waiting for you on the plane, Ashton Wells formally relinquishes his title as acting president and you are once again the leader of the free world.
“Welcome back, Mr. President.”
“Glad to be back.”
“So…back to Washington, then?”
You pause. Nobody would blame you for skipping your last stop on the campaign tour, and you know that nobody even expects you to do so. You were an inch away from dying and giving the United States its third president in two months. Not to mention that with all the time you’ve been lying in a hospital bed, you have a lot to catch up on.
>Let’s just get back to DC. I have work to do, and I’m sure the campaign’s doing just fine without be while I get back into the rhythm of things.
>No. Fly us to Milwaukee and tell the campaign to prep for the rally. This is just the optics I and the country could need right now.
>Write-in.
