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It would have been a normal day, hunting down a perp. But, something terrible struck them.
It was a parking lot where it happened. A man with a gun was hidden somewhere. He was no where to be seen, but he was nearby.
Elliot and Olivia heard a gunshot. A scream was heard. Olivia's scream. Elliot whirled to face her. He watched helplessly as she hit the ground. "Liv!" he yelled. He ran to her and dropped to his knees. "Liv! Are you hit?"
She nodded weakly. "My side," she whispered. Blood seeped through her shirt. Elliot applied pressure to her wound. She shuddered in pain. He called for an ambulance.
"Liv, we have to keep pressure on it," he said.
"It hurts," she mumbled.
"I know, Liv," he whispered. "There's s bus coming, don't worry."
"What if they don't get here soon enough?"
"Don't say that, Olivia. They'll get here."
"If they don't-" she began. The sound of sirens grew louder. Elliot looked down at her. Blood was still leaking through her top, and it trickled down his fingers. Olivia shivered. "It hurts, El," she whimpered, burying her face into his chest. Elliot leaned his head against hers. He held her in his arms as he rested his face against hers. The paramedics loaded his partner into the ambulance. Elliot climbed in with them. He held her hand while the paramedics rushed to stop her bleeding. Elliot rubbed circles on the back of her hand as her eyes closed. "Liv?" She didn't say a word. "Don't you die on me, Olivia," he whispered.
"She's going into shock!" a paramedic yelled. "She needs fluids!" Elliot was pushed aside to watch silently as a needle was inserted into Olivia's arm. A fluid drip was connected and her pulse began to fall into normal rhythm. Blood still soaked through her shirt and jacket. It seemed like it took ages to reach the emergency room. But they did, and Olivia was rushed in.
Elliot looked at his hands. His fingers were bloody. With Olivia's blood. Red blood drops dotted his sleeves from where he had held her to him. The red blood was the color that made him wonder if she would hold on. The red blood made him think of the bastard who had shot Olivia. His Olivia. The red blood reminded him of how terrified he had been as she fell to the ground. That red blood wouldn't let him forget. It made him want to kill the shooter even more. He had hurt Olivia. And Elliot felt as if that were the most terrible thing. A doctor came to him. Elliot braced himself for the worst.
"She lost over a pint of blood."
"Is she okay?" Elliot demanded.
"She should be in a few weeks. It barely missed her stomach and spine."
"Is she awake?"
"No. She's under sedation. But you can see her in the ICU."
Elliot had been walking away before the doctor had finished speaking. He opened the door to Olivia's room. She looked small and vulnerable in the bed. Her blood was still on his hands and jacket. It was a dash of red to remind him how much he loved her after coming so close to losing her.