Authors Note: A friend was talking to me about this story and so I decided to give finishing it a go. We'll see how it goes. I love Olivia/Addison friendship.
TRIGGER WARNING: Addison tells Olivia what happened the night she was attacked. Trigger warning rape & spousal abuse. If this is triggering to you please do not read any further or proceed at your own risk with this warning in mind.
Chapter 2:
"Olivia." Addison sat up as Olivia walked into her hospital room. She closed her eyes for a moment. Wondering silently how she could have worked the majority of her adult life in a hospital as a doctor, but have such a strong hatred for hospitals. The stiff blankets and sheets, the hard plastic chairs, the way too uncomfortable beds. Seriously. How were people supposed to recover in beds as hard as these?
"How are you feeling?." Olivia made her way across the hospital room and sat down on the bed next to Addison, being mindful of the many tubes and wires attached to her.
"Fantastic." Addison said facetiously resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "What happened yesterday?"
"You passed out. The machines were going haywire." Olivia tried her best not to alarm Addison.
"The doctor wouldn't give me any updates until I demanded they looked at the form in your chart where your consent was given and I was listed me as your emergency contact. "
"I swear they can be idiots sometimes." She replied simply. Her entire body hurt. She didn't really want to move too much or speak too much. She rested her head on Olivia's shoulder and tried to relax as Olivia gently stroked her velvety red locks in a soothing way. Not unlike how a mother might calm a crying child. Olivia looked her over sympathetically. She didn't know how it was possible for Addison's skin and the shade of the white sheets to match so closely. She looked so pale. Ghostly pale.
" Do you remember anything else about the night you were attacked?" Olivia asked gently after a while of just sitting in the silence with only the beeps of the hospital monitors in the background.
"No." Addison replied as she looked away. Fear reflecting in her eyes. The truth was she did remember, but she didn't know how to deal with the crippling fear that kept her silent.
"Addison you don't have to protect him."
" I do.." She pressed.
"Why?"
"You know why."
"I don't."
"It's my fault." Addison managed. Her voice was strained and small. Almost like a whimper.
"Oh baby." Olivia examined. "This is not your fault. NONE of this is your fault." She wanted to do anything to take the pain away, but she knew all too well what Addison was going through. She had been there herself a few years ago when an undercover operation had gone horribly wrong and she was sexually harassed and almost raped by a dirty prison guard.
Addison was quiet for a long while. Olivia thought maybe she had fallen asleep by the time that she spoke again. She could tell she was trying to hold back tears as her tone wavered.
"It was a night just like any other night." She began. "Derek was gone. He's always gone. Mark came over and Derek found us on the bed doing the joystick joyride when he came home."
"You slept with Mark?" Olivia asked clarifying. Addison nodded. "What happened after he found you?"
"He yanked me off the bed and threw me against the wall. I hit my head hard.." She felt numb like nothing in the world would ever be right again. Like she was looking down on herself from another world. Like the words slipping from her lips belonged to someone else. Someone strong. Someone brave. Someone who could say these things without tears. Like they were not her own.
"Oh Addison." Olivia whispered quietly. It was hard not to show her hatred towards Derek. Her best friend was in pain. She had to find a balance between being soothing and thorough if she wanted to remain on the case and work towards finding justice for Addison.
"I passed out. When I came to I was tied to the bed and Derek was on top of me, forcing himself inside of me over and over again. Saying awful things."
"What did he say?"
"He called me a whore. He told me if I wanted to act like a whore he'd show me how whores are treated. He told me that I deserved this and so much worse. He called me a sick fuck and told me I deserved to burn in hell for having sex with Mark while his baby was inside of me." She choked up at this and moved her hand protectively to her now empty belly.
"Where was Mark during this?" Olivia asked trying hard not to cry herself.
Addison closed her eyes. She felt like she was going to puke. "Derek forced him to watch." She whispered fresh tears falling from her eyes. "He tied him to a chair with zip ties and forced him to watch while he raped me." Her body was trembling, all of the energy drained.
"We'll need to speak with him."
"You know where he lives."
Olivia finished jotting down the last of her notes and folded the notebook putting it back into her bag.
"You've done great Addison." She assured. "I promise. We'll get justice for you and your babies."
"You know you can't promise that." Addison challenged, but the nurses came in just then and injected several liquid medications into her IV and changed out the now empty bag of antibiotics, blood, and blood products. They must have put something calming in her IV, because she began to feel heavy and tired. Olivia gently smoothed back her hair until she was fully asleep and then adjusted her blankets and slipped quietly from the room.
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