Mrs. Kennedy's Fight

Prologue:

President Kennedy makes a last second seat switch with his wife during the Dallas motorcade. Seconds later his wife is fighting for her life. Will Mrs. Kennedy survive? Will the a President manage to keep his cool when his life is crumbling around him?

Chapter 1

"KENNEDY. KENNEDY. KENNEDY." The crowds chanted as the motorcade made it's way through downtown Dallas. The sun was high and bright. Jackie could hardly see from how bright the sun was in her eyes. But Jack wouldn't let her put her sunglasses on.

"Jack. My eyes really hurt." She murmured.

He sighed. "Fine. Let's switch seats."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Come on. Quick."

She smiled dazzlingly at him and climbed gracefully over him to where he'd just been sitting.

"JACKIE. JACKIE. JACKIE." The crowd on her side of the car began to chant.

She laughed. "Thank you, Bunny."

"Anything for my wife." He turned away from her and began to wave to the crowd.

Seconds later he heard a loud bang and then screams in the crowd. Jack turned back to his wife and his eyes widened. Jackie was grabbing at her throat as if she'd just been shot.

"Jackie?!?"

He pulled her down onto his lap and moved her hands from her throat. Her gloves were soaked bright red.

He leaned over her and held his hands in place of where her's had just been when he heard another shot. He looked up just in time to see Connelly getting shot.

"Oh God." He focused on Jackie who's eyes where wide and whimpering in pain.

Clint Hill jumped onto the back and pushed Jack down farther. "Is she ok?!?"

"Hurry, Clint."

"We are Mr. President."

"Oh God. Jackie! Jackie I love you!"

Chapter 2

Exactly 95 seconds later, Jack had been counting, the car skidded into the parking lot of the hospital. All of the secret service agents jumped out of the cars. Three ran inside to get the stretcher and the other three opened the door to the car getting ready to get her out.

Jack continued to put pressure on the wound and when he saw the doctors coming out he leaned down and kissed his wife.

"I love you, Jacqueline Kennedy. You fight! You fight!"

"Mr. President...let them take her."

Jack hadn't realized that he'd been clinging to her and he let go of his wife slowly allowing the nurse to start applying the pressure to her throat wound. He sat in the car as he watched them race inside the hospital with his wife.

"Mr. President."

Jack looked up at his wife's agent. "Clint."

"I'm sorry."

He shook his head and looked down at his hands that were full of her blood. "It should have been me."

"Mr. President."

"No! It should have been." He leaned down and picked up her hat that had falled off as he'd pulled her down. "She'll be ok won't she?"

"I hope so, Mr. President." Clint spoke quietly.

Jack nodded and swallowed hard before standing up.

"Um...shall I get you a change of clothes, sir?" One of his agents spoke.