"Anyone within ten feet of that door could hear what was going on in here," Shlee giggled again. "I had to stop a couple doctors from breaking in, but I doubt your family heard. My hearing is a bit more sensitive than most."
Eldon finished pulling on his pants, then threw his shirt on as he dashed out the door, forgetting his shoes. He ran to the recovery room, where his dad was talking to one of the president's Secret Service agents dressed in black tactical gear.
"I'll be glad to accept whatever help the President is willing to give, but I don't want her to stick her neck on the line for us. I don't want her to commit political suicide by supporting us too much."
