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Olivia sat in the darkness; all of the windows open in her apartment allowing the cool breeze to envelop her. The air carried the damp scent of spring, and promise of rain. She loved times like this, the quiet darkness proved to be relaxing. On nights like these she let herself think, or cry, or whatever it might be she needed to do to clear her mind.
The piercing ring of a phone lured Olivia from her thoughts, and back to reality. She grabbed her coat, fumbled around in the pocket for a moment before she found her cell.
"Benson" she hastily answered.
"Olivia, you need to come to the hospital." Captain Cragen's voice was unsteady which immediately alerted her to the fact that she was about to hear something bound to upset her.
What he told her next didn't just upset her, it floored her. "It's Elliot" he paused for a moment trying to find the best way to tell her everything was about to change. "He was hit by a car. There is massive internal bleeding; they don't think he's going to make it." For a moment her world stopped spinning and began to plummet to the deepest recesses of the universe.
Before Cragen had a chance to add anything else, she was on her way out of the apartment. Elliot was the only thing on her mind; she didn't even remember to lock the door.
X.X.X
The hospital waiting room was silent, and not. Like all hospitals. The desperation of the hundreds of people who sat in these chairs before them was in every crack of the wall, it seemed to scream through the silence. All of the tears shed in this very spot gave it an almost haunted feel. She remembered it always felt similar to this, but now there was something else: her own sense of desperation. Her pain would now be added to that of everyone else who had sat here before her; her screams joining theirs in an endless song of sorrow.
'They don't think he's going to make it' This time she could not prevent the tears. Thankfully, they were silent, like her prayers. She had never seriously prayed before, but now she wouldn't be able to stop if she wanted to. 'Please God, not Elliot. Please.'
"Olivia" Cragen said softly, directing her attention to the doctor standing in front of them. She looked at the clock, the offensive object ticking away the moments Elliot's life was hanging by a string, it had been three agonizing hours and now her deepest fears would either be confirmed or denied.
"Detective Stabler is in extremely critical condition. He sustained internal hemorrhaging, multiple broken bones, and a collapsed lung. Currently, he is in a coma; if he doesn't wake up within the next forty-eight hours, he will be in a vegetative state for the rest of his life."
"Wh..What room is he in?" Olivia asked quickly.
"Room 204" he said and watched as Olivia rushed out of the room to find Elliot.
202, 203, 204 she tentatively stepped into Elliot's room, noticing immediately how fragile he looked. Seeing Elliot appear so vulnerable was incredibly strange to her. He'd been in the hospital before, and she had visited him. But even then he never looked like he did now. A tear slid down her cheek as she pulled the lone chair as close to his bed as possible. She was unsure how long she sat with him like that, her warm hand covering his cold one, when she noticed the time. It was late but she would not allow herself to neglect him for something as simple as sleep. Although she felt her eyelids closing, she could not prevent it. The blackness swept over her, dragging her into a world of meaningless dreams.
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A sense of vertigo jolted Olivia out of a restless sleep. She shook her head a little, trying to clear it. When she lifted her eyes to scan the room she was relieved to notice nothing had changed in the minute and a half in which exhaustion had won over will power.
"Excuse me, ma'm?" Olivia looked up from Elliot's peaceful face to see a plain looking man carrying a vase of assorted flowers. He was a young man, appearing to be in his late teens, his jeans were faded and baggy in the style teens liked these days, his shirt was a deep forest green, and had a logo for the flower shop where he worked.
"Can I help you with something?" She asked politely trying to hide her annoyance at the intrusion.
"I have a delivery for an...Elliot Stabler."
"Yep, this is his room. You can just set those on the table over there." Olivia watched as the young man turned around to put the flowers on the table. He set the vase down and turned back to face Olivia bumping the vase with his arm in the process. Everything felt like it was in slow motion as they both watched the vase fall to the floor and shatter.
"Oh, wow, I am so sorry." the kid said bending down, and franticly tried picking up the small shards of glass. A cut formed on his hand, but the young man ignored it to continue picking up the vase.
"It's all right. I'll find someone to sweep it up." Olivia effortlessly lifted herself out of the hard, plastic chair, and walked into the hallway into the hallway in search of a nurse or janitor. She was half way to the nurse's station when she heard two distinct gunshots from what appeared to be Elliot's room. Olivia rushed back to Elliot's room, temporarily forgetting her training form the academy.
When she re-entered Elliot's room, the delivery boy was gone. Everything appeared to be as it was when she left. Relieved, Olivia walked back to Elliot's bed, and pulled the blanket up around his shoulders to keep him warm. She resumed her position in the uncomfortable hospital chair. But, no matter how much she tried, she could not rid herself of the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. The reason became clear when she saw the blood. How had she missed it before?! His blanket was coated in it. Frantically, Olivia checked his pulse. His neck was sticky with the warm blood, causing her hand to slip in her desperate attempt to feel even the slightest flutter of his heart. Maybe she was just being paranoid; Elliot being dead? The thought was absurd, if Elliot was dead, surely she would be too.
The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. There was no pulse, he was dead. Olivia began to hyperventilate. She couldn't get enough air. Panic.
A/N: So, I really have no idea where this is going. It's just something that was in my head and refused to leave. Anyway, reviews are much appreciated.