Disclamer: I DO NOT OWN FRINGE
Olivia opened her eyes and found that she was in a white room surrounded by beeping machines and the distinct smell of powerful disinfectants.
"Hospital", she thought. "I made it back", Olivia thought solemnly. She turned her head with some effort and saw Peter sitting in a chair next to her bed. She looked at his face and observed that he had deep dark smudges under his eyes, he was pale but his was bright red as if he had been crying.
"Good, let him cry", Olivia thought. "After the pain I've been through because of him it's the least he could do".
Peter finally noticed that Olivia was awake and got up to stand next to her. Olivia took notice of his disheveled appearance. "God liv, how are you feeling?" Peter asked. Olivia just stared at him and felt all her emotional walls and doors snap shut.
"I feel fine", she replied and turned her head to stare at the wall. "Livia I've – we've been so worried. I'm so sorry I didn't notice sooner, I –." Peter didn't get to finish because Olivia cut him off and said "I don't want to talk about it."
Peter knew the best thing to do right now was to respect her feelings. "Ok, the doctors said they want to keep you here for a couple of days just to make sure everything's ok", Peter said. The Olivia he knew would despise the fact that she was locked in a hospital for a few days. But the Olivia laying on the bed just looked at him blankly and said "that's fine."
"I hoped this wouldn't happen, but I knew it was a possibility – she's emotionally withdrawing", Peter thought. "Ok, I'm going to tell the doctor your awake, do you want something to drink?" Peter asked.
"Yes, water please", Olivia replied. She wasn't thirsty but she didn't want him to been there when the doctor came. Peter left and a minute later a doctor walked into her room and told her what's wrong with her body, then left to tell Peter the same information.
"She's has to cracked ribs, a fractured ulna and that's the good news", the doctor told Peter.
"The good news!" Peter exclaimed. "What's the bad news?" he asked.
"One of her free floating ribs broke off and punctured her right lung. She is stable now but if under stress she will experience difficulty breathing. The best thing to do now is to take her home and have her relax. Absolutely no work", the doctor replied.
"Ok, thank you doctor", said Peter.
The doctor walked away and left Peter to make a few phone calls. After 15 minutes of reassuring everybody that Olivia was fine Peter walk back to her room stopping only to get her the water she requested. He walked in and saw her staring at the ceiling.
"Hey, here's your water", he said handing to her. She stared at his hand for a second then reached out with her right hand taking the water. "Thank you", she said. But she didn't drink it lake he thought she would. She stared into the cup instead. He sat down in the only chair in the room. An awkward silence descended upon them.
"I have to tell her everything that happened when she was gone" Peter thought. "I don't want her finding out about it from a report".
He got up and walked to the side of her bed; facing her. "Livia I have to tell you about what happen here when you were gone", Peter said.
"Peter I know about everything", she said. "Olivia –", Peter started. "I know about the other Olivia and your relationship with her" Olivia said, her voice getting thick with anger. "Olivia –", Peter started again only to get cut off again. "I also know none of you knew I was missing", she said.
"How do you know that?" Peter asked.
"Peter, please I don't want to talk about this", she said. Olivia look him in the eyes and he realized that she wasn't going to tell him anything today.