After his last event in a stadium in NYC, Bill rushed to the hospital where Hillary was staying. He entered Hillary's suite, carrying a bunch of flowers. She was awake, but she was lying on her side, her back on her boyfriend. She was in no mood to accept visitors, let alone talk. Bill placed the bouquet on her bedside table and tapped her shoulder. She didn't move.
"Hilly," Bill whispered.
She pretended not to hear him. Bill knew that she was cutting all communication with the people around her, but he also knew that she needed him and that he would always be there for her. He just needed her to know that.
Bill did not push himself and so he sat down on the large armchair on the other side of the room, where Hillary couldn't see him. He picked up a newspaper, hoping to keep himself amused while he braced himself for the night.
When Bill had tired himself with the crossword puzzle, he eventually fell asleep, and Hillary finally turned around. She was annoyed that he was still there. Conceding that she couldn't throw him out, Hillary decided that the least she could do for him was to make him comfortable.
She grabbed a fresh pillow and a fresh sheet from her own duffel bag and tucked Bill in. She inserted the pillow between his head and his chair and covered him with the blanket. Feeling proud of his handiwork, she pressed a light kiss on his forehead. She was about to go back to bed when she heard him.
"Thanks for the goodnight kiss, Honey."
Hillary almost jumped when she heard him.
"I didn't know you're awake," Hillary said.
"I kinda did when you moved the pillow," he yawned. "Are you hungry? Do you need anything?"
"Not really," she replied. "I haven't felt hunger."
"But have you eaten?" he asked with great concern.
"Yes," she said faintly. The last thing she ingested was coffee this morning. He looked around and he saw the untouched dinner in her mobile table. He shook his head.
"You need to eat. I'll go out to buy you a sandwich..."
"No," she said a little too forcefully. "You don't need to. It's already late."
"Then I'll ask my staff to buy some," Bill insisted.
"No, really. I am fine," Hillary maintained.
"No, you aren't. You aren't eating your food and I suspect that that didn't just start today. You need to regain your strength, Hillary."
"What for, though?"
Bill pulled Hillary and made her sit next to him, holding her hands lovingly. "Your constituents need you. The American people need you."
"I am tired of serving this nation, farce or not," Hillary said, adding the last phrase to keep Bill from getting suspicious about her real double agent role. "It is always I who always has to make the sacrifice. Why is it always me?"
"Because nobody else dared to, because they are too cowardly," Bill said. "You are very brave, my darling."
"Nobody else gets to give up their baby by force because the adversaries of the US are going after them," Hillary remarked tearily.
"There, there, Honey," Bill kissed her hair. "I know it hurts now, but it's not the end."
Hillary looked at him, confused.
"When the dust settles, when this election is over, regardless of the result, I want to come out in the open with you, and we'll have a child of our own. We'll be a family. I'd like that to happen."
Hillary body was filled with warmth when Bill said that. She knew that it wasn't going to be easy, but she didn't want to think of that. The pain of losing her baby was softened by Bill's declaration.
"To be honest," she replied, "I am not sure if I want a baby just yet. The pain is still too raw."
"I understand," Bill rubbed her arm. "But if you think you are ready, I am just here."
"Thank you," she whispered. Bill tried to stifle his yawn but it didn't escape Hillary's notice. "Do you want to sleep already?"
"To be honest, yeah."
"Then why don't we go to bed?" Hillary suggested.
"Alright. Take the bed and I'll be comfortable here."
Hillary shook his head. She stood up and pointed her finger on the couch on the other end of the room. "That one doubles as a sofa bed."
Bill smirked, realizing what she wanted. "Of course. Let me set it up for you."
Bill unfolded the sofa bed and Hillary brought the pillows and sheets. Within three minutes, the found themselves snuggling together under the warm blanket.
That night, Hillary's world was perfect.
Hillary had returned to the Senate when the recess was over. Media outlets got wind of her hospitalization so her office was bombarded by questions. The public press release was she had fallen ill due to flu, and to her relief, nobody had questioned it. Not even when the Democratic nominee for president had spent a night in her hospital suite.
As a member of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, meetings in the White House were common, that's why National Security Advisor Brent Scowcroft called her to his office after a meeting in the Oval Office with President Bush.
Scowcroft accompanied her to his office, and to her surprise, Bob Gates also slipped inside. She was told that this was going to be a private meeting between her and Scowcroft.
"Why is Gates here?" Hillary asked, clearly not happy that there was an intruder.
"I'm sorry for not informing you that Gates is here, otherwise you wouldn't have accepted," Scowcroft apologized. "Not after what happened between you in the hospital."
Hillary sat on Scowcroft's chair, surprising the two men. "I know what you want to discuss. My answer's going to be the same: I quit."
"Well, that's not exactly why we called you here," said Gates.
"Why else did you want me, then?" asked Hillary.
"We do want to discuss about Operation Olga," said Scowcroft, "but we didn't ask you to come here to beg you to stay. We called you because we want to tell you that your request to drop out of Operation Olga has been denied."
Hillary jumped out of her seat. "Why?"
"Because President Bush decided that you will be safer if you stay. The Russians will surely target you if you withdrew. They think you're on their side."
"In case you are too stupid to comprehend what your intelligence had told you, the Russians already think I am compromised because I have sexual relations with Governor Clinton," Hillary fired back angrily. "What difference does it make? They will target me anyway."
"But if you keep working for them, or at least make them think you are, the level of threat on your life will be considerably lower," Bob reasoned.
"Oh, don't give me that bullshit answer," said Hillary. "Just tell me the truth: you are afraid to lose your most valuable spy so you do everything you can to keep me, regardless of what happens to me."
"I'm not gonna deny that we want you out there, but you know how brutal the Russians are to their defectors and traitors. You of all people should know that, Hillary."
"I thought we won the Cold War? Why do you assholes act like we lost it? Why are you so afraid of them?" Hillary spat.
"Because they do not give a fuck about human rights!" Bob was starting to lose it.
"Yeah, sure," Hillary scoffed. "As if you two and the President care about my rights either."
"Hillary, we do...."
"So why did you pull out that diplomat from
Moscow when you thought the Kremlin had busted him?" she asked angrily. "If his safety is of concern to you, then, according to your reasoning, you should have kept him there where he could still fool the Russians into thinking that he works for them."
Scowcroft's blood was beginning to boil. "Hillary this is not the same thing!"
"No, Brent. It is," Hillary disagreed fiercely. "We both have targets on our backs, yet you chose to save him."
Scowcroft and Gates looked at each other, shame finally dawning on them.
When Hillary was satisfied that she had won the argument, she picked up her coat and marched to the door.
"Regardless of what the order is, I am out of Operation Olga," she declared. "From now on, my boss is going to be me and only me."