Convalescence: A Law and Order SVU fanfiction
Plot: During the apprehension of a rapist, Benson suffers a serious injury, that leads to Elliot taking her in
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Elliot's thoughts
Tsk, tsk, tsk.....
Seems that this was inevitable....
Once again, your controlling nature got the best of you....
"Shut up! I'm not gonna let you get to me...not this time..."
I'm not trying to "get to you", Elliot....it just seems interesting, is all....
(scoffs) "What's interesting? Enlighten me."
Hmm....I thought you weren't interested in what I had to say....you never listened before.....
"Well, i'm sittin' on my hands in this goddamn hospital lobby, waitin' for somebody in scrubs to come out and tell me if my partner is gonna live or die, so excuse me, if I want to converse a LITTLE bit to keep myself from going insane!"
So, you....HAVEN'T gone insane yet?
"Don't play games with me....just.....distract me! Talk to me about what you find SO interesting, so I don't have to think about this right now!"
I was just about to get to that....and since you asked so nicely....I just think its interesting that the last time you were in this predicament, you were without a partner.....and a sense of self for some time....except YOU were the one with a gun to your head.....
(sighs) "Your point?"
You don't find that fascinating! Back then...on that faithful day, when Gitano had that shotgun shoved into your skull and everything was at it's worst....your partner was at her best.....no matter how much you begged her, no matter how much you yelled....she would NOT pull that trigger....
"Like I said; your point?"
(chuckles) Maybe there is no point.....maybe for you, this is all there is......a cold, lonely hospital lobby....the sharp sting that is your worry and your guilt....the worry if she's alive or dead....and the guilt she makes you feel for worrying about her in the first place.....(chuckles)....Which begs to ask the question: Why feel guilty at all?
"Once again, you and the games....what the fuck are you askin' me?"
Oh, why so hostile? I'm just asking a simple question, with a simple answer....you know the answer....don't you?
"Fuck off, I don't wanna talk anymore!"
Really? Then who will you talk to, Elliot? The priest at the church? He hasn't helped you feel better since the Gitano incident. Your kids? They have their own lives to worry about, you have to parent THEM, not the other way around.....and your wife....how long has it been since you talked to her? She's always out with "the girls" now that Eli is older--
"I'm done with this back and forth with you! You hear me? I feel guilty, 'cause I almost let my partner get killed, that's it!"
No comment on your wife's absences.....eh? For a detective, you're not that good at acknowledging ALL the details......hmmm.....
"My partner might be dead right now, and you're comin' at me with vicious taunts? I mean, why are you doing this? What are you implying?"
I'm not implying anything, Elliot. I'm only pointing out things that are......interesting.....and sooner or later you'll find these things interesting too.....
Elliot's thoughts were then interrupted by the sound of his name being called by a petite, female doctor, in a cap and scrubs.
"Detective Stabler?"
He shot up like rocket, eagerly awaiting news about his partner. His face covered with beads of sweat from the tension, every one of his limbs were shaking like wild jackhammers. Elliot tried to keep his composure, but the anxiety was more than visible on his handsome, stone exterior, so, the worried detective just stood in front of the doctor, feeling about as small as she looked.....waiting for anything.....