It was pouring. Elliot felt the cold drops hit all over him, but that was nothing compared to the throbbing, sharp, pain in his side. Elliot slowly felt wet warmth warp around his torso; he then realized that it was his own blood. His brain registered, suddenly, that a panic-stricken, teary-eyed Olivia standing over him once lightening struck. She was soaked from the pouring rain, and her hair was sticking uncomfortable to her head. Olivia's tiny, but warm, hand was wrapped around Elliot's massive one, maybe for comfort of him, or herself. His ears refused to take in any sound but the fast paced thumping of his heart, and his thoughts inside is head. Cracking—painfully—one eye open, he read Olivia's lips: Don't leave me.
With all of his strength, Elliot lightly squeezed Olivia's hand. When he did so, Olivia looked at him intensely. Maybe her facial expression was of relief, or maybe it was even more angst. But Elliot looked more closely into Olivia's dark, hazel eyes, and saw a flame dancing wildly in them. He couldn't distinguish what the flame was, though, for his vision was starting to fade.
Even though his eye-sight wasn't at its best, Elliot could see flashing lights in the distance. Everything that happened next was all in a blur; being lifted onto a stretcher, riding the ambulance… the one thing that didn't change, though, was Olivia standing by his side. And every time Elliot attempted to get a good look at Olivia—which he did—he would notice that the same flame was still dancing in her eyes. With all of his remaining strength, he squeezed Olivia's hand and looked up at her. He opened his eyes—oh, how it hurt—a fraction of a bit, to see that Olivia's face loosened up by an inch. Knowing that he helped even the slightest bit, made Elliot feel great. And as they rode the ambulance, Elliot's world went black.
Elliot awoke, though his eyes remained closed. The first thing he noticed was the smell of his surroundings; he smelled rubber, plastic…and Angel perfume.
He then felt a round, breathing object on his stomach, and a small hand wrapped in his own. He opened his eyes—it didn't sting like it used to—and he slowly said "Liv?" His voice cracked.
Olivia quickly snapped her head up, and when she locked eyes with Elliot's ice blues, a heavy sigh escaped her lips. "Jesus, Elliot." She shook her head.
Olivia then leaned forward, cupping her hand on Elliot's cheek. "I almost lost you, El." Olivia then leaned forward even more, and pulled her lips to his. At first, Olivia and Elliot's lips merely brushed, but then Elliot placed a hand on Olivia's face.
When they pulled back, Elliot looked deeply into Olivia's eyes, and noticed that the dancing flame was now a roaring fire.
And then Elliot realized what it was.
It was love.