A/N: After 16x10, I seem to have become a bit obsessed with Olivia/Amanda hurt/comfort/friendship fics... I promise I will continue "Shattered" once I've unclogged my mind of all the Amanda-drama :)
Just for the record: This story is set during Patton's trial, at a fictional and non-defined point after Amanda's revelation but before Patton's (freaking ridiculous!) plea. Probably around the time when he calls her a slut in open court and tells everyone that she wanted it...
Fallen
Tears were clouding her eyes when Amanda ran out of the courtroom. Liv was following her hurriedly, with a concerned look on her face and Amanda's name on her lips, but the blonde didn't respond – either ignoring her superior or not even aware of her presence.
The icy winter air hit Amanda's face when she rushed out of the building, but she didn't even care. Neither did she even know where she was headed – all she did know was that she had to get away from here as soon as possible.
Amanda was halfway down the stairs in front of the Supreme Court when her ankle slipped to the side, unable to balance her on the edge of an icy step. So she fell. Face forward. Hard.
It was like everything was suddenly happening in slow motion, but yet again so fast she couldn't react. The only things she consciously registered were a sharp pain in her wrist and the pressure on her jaw when her chin slid over the grainy pavement of the sidewalk.
"Amanda! Oh god! Are you okay?" Olivia's hurried, tip-toed footsteps clicked on the pavement beside her, and Amanda instinctively turned away. She wasn't supposed to see her like this. Ever!
"'Manda! Can you hear me? Are you okay?" The blonde responded with an affirmative sigh. "Let me help you get up" Olivia offered and Amanda flinched when she gently placed a hand on the younger woman's shoulders.
"Amanda…"
"I'm fine!" She exclaimed sharply and tried to push herself off the ground, failing miserably when a sharp pain shot through her wrist. "Sonofabitch!"
"'Manda…" Olivia had knelt down on the icy sidewalk. "Let me help you. Please!"
The blonde ignored her at first, awkwardly turning over so she was laying on her back, then using her abdominal muscles to pull herself into a sitting position.
"'m okay" She pressed out between clenched teeth.
"The hell you are. Amanda, you're bleeding and…" Olivia paused when she realized Amanda had probably already been crying before the fall. Not wanting to embarrass her, she rephrased: "You're hurt. So please let me help you get up!"
Amanda bit her lip, then nodded, realizing the pain was bigger than her pride.
"Are your legs okay? You didn't sprain your ankle, did you?" Liv asked, and Amanda frowned. "That's why you fell" The brunette clarified. "You must have slipped and twisted your ankle trying to steady yourself. Don't you remember?" She didn't. Amanda tried to mask her discomfort with a shrug, but Liv saw right through it: "Did you hit your head, Amanda? Except for the scrape on your chin?"
Another shrug.
Liv sighed. "Okay, let's get you on your feet first. So your left arm seems to be injured. How's your right arm?" Olivia got up and offered Amanda an outstretched hand to pull herself up with. The blonde gripped it and pulled herself upright, but her face twisted with pain. Liv reflexively placed her other hand on the small of the younger woman's back to steady her, but hastily withdrew her hand when she felt Amanda tense up. "Sorry"
Amanda tried to shrug it off but was unable to hide the spark of fear in her eyes.
"'Manda…"
"Don't!"
So apparently, Amanda's emotional pain was off limits… Olivia quickly changed the topic: "You're not putting any weight on your right leg"
Amanda shot back a defensive "I'm fine" they both knew was a lie.
Liv sighed. "I'm gonna hail us a cab. We're going to have you checked out at the ER"
Amanda's eyes widened. God! She just wanted to go home! "I'll be fine!"
Olivia shook her head. "'Manda… that wasn't an offer".
The blonde sighed. Of course it wasn't. At least this day couldn't possibly get any worse. Or at least that's what she thought, until four hours later, she found herself sitting on a gurney, staring down at her injured wrist, trying to process what her doctor was saying:
"You're good to go, detective. Home, not to work. Just to make that clear. But I think your sergeant here knows you won't be running around catching the bad guys any time soon…" The doctor gave Olivia a sympathetic smile before she continued: "Fortunately, nothing's broken, but your wrist is contused and you've twisted your ankle, so you need to take it slow for the next two to four weeks. As for now, I'm more worried about your hitting your head. Now the CT shows no signs of internal trauma, but the symptoms of a concussion could start to show hours later. So if you suddenly feel nauseous or even lose consciousness, you need to come back here immediately!"
Amanda rolled her eyes. "How am I supposed to come here if I'm unconscious?" She spat out cynically, only afterwards realizing she had opened a metaphorical door.
"About that… You shouldn't be alone for the next few days, especially since you'll probably need help getting dressed because of your wrist" The doctor advised, and before Amanda had even processed her words, Olivia's "I'll stay with her" knocked the breath out of her.
No way.
No fucking way!
This is (supposed to be) a two-shot, so if you guys are interested, I have plenty of ideas for a Part II in which Liv takes care of Amanda... Just let me know you're interested!
