(Y/N) rushed Hillary to the hospital, where the doctors to her to the ER.
About two, or so, hours later, the doctor came out of the room. You thought he was mighty attractive for a doctor, but you didn't mention anything because you were with Hillary. Even if your relationship was private.
"Bill Clinton?" He asked, looking around.
"I brought her here." You called, standing up. You were recently crying, and your tear streaked cheeks proved it. Your (H/C) hair stuck to your face.
The doctor walked over to you, and talked to you about Hillary's condition.
Hillary had a drug overdose that caused her to act a bit crazy when she got upset or angry. The doctor also diagnosed that she had a condition called blennophobia. She was mildly scared of chickens, they knew because he was holding a child's toy chicken.
    You were able to see Hillary.
    She was beautifully ugly in the bed with all the tubes in her.
    I love you. You thought, but you knew you would never be able to tell her. She had a husband after all, she was cheating on the both of them.

    But you really did love her.