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"I...I can't do this without you Donnie. I need you....here with me" Biden begged.
Trump lays unresponsive. The doctors say hes stable, just that his body is in shock. He should be fine in a day or so but Biden won't be okay until he knows that Donald is alive and well. Peter Griffin seems to be a well capable doctor but even then he can't relax. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if the last time they saw each other was at the debate.
As Biden tries to sleep (so much for that cursed nickname) he is haunted by images of Trump screaming and begging for Biden to save him. If only he had been there to stop the bullet..but unfortunately time travel was out of his price range as he had just spent over 9 million on pills that definitely make your memory better! No scam included. However he had forgotten that he bought them so perhaps it was a waste.
Anyways what was he thinking about...oh yeah Donald Trumps ear was taking a sabbatical. Biden began sobbing again just thinking about it. Suddenly the phone ran....it was the hospital. Specifically Doctor Peter Griffin.
"Hello, this um this is mhmnhm biden um"
"Hello Biden its me Peter Griffin, we just wanted to let you know that Trump has regained consciousness and is getting better"
"God bless you, I uh eh skibidi'
Joe hangs up the phone and runs out the door to get to the hospital.
"Where is he?" Biden asked frantically.
"In there, he just woke up and began asking for his sleepy Joe Biden" answered Peter Griffin.
"Thank you Peter Griffin" said Biden as he walked into the room. Biden held his breath until he saw him...
"Hey you" Trump says smirking. Hes barely sitting up in the hospital bed, sweating and pale but Biden doesn't care. Trump has never been so beautiful to him.
"Donnie what are you doing sitting up?" Biden scolds trying to hold it together.
"Oh Joe don't be such a fusspot" Trump teased
"I can't beileve this malarkey" sighed Biden. The hospital room was becoming too real for him. It hit Biden suddenly that could have lost him forever.
"Donnie....I.." Biden sobs, he almost lost Trump and now that he knows Trump is okay he can finally let go of all the emotions.
"Hey hey its okay, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere" Trump whispers reaching out to grab Biden and pull him into a hug.
"Donnie i thought i...l...lost you" Biden takes a breath and shudders as Trump runs his hand through his hair( or whats left of it)
"Hush now we're both okay" Trump says soothingly. Biden sobs into his shoulder for many minutes, slowly his sobs become less frequent until he finally stops.
"I love you Donnie, so much."
I...love you too Joe"
Suddenly everything becomes clear, Joe knew that nothing, not medicare, not war, not the working class, not the Democrats or Republicans, not deafness or even golf mattered as much as his Donnie Ronnie. It was malarkey to pretend otherwise.
When he gazed into Trumps eyes he felt like a better man. Maybe people would laugh or judge, but Joe and Donald would laugh together and be happy. Maybe they were star crossed lovers or maybe they weren't. All that mattered now was that Joes heart had never been as full and in the end thats all he needed.