Disclamer: I DO NOT OWN FRINGE

Five days later it was time for Olivia to leave the hospital. Peter walked in her room with a overnight bag. "Hey, how are you?"

"I'm fine considering everything that happened," she said looking him in the eyes. "I brought you some clothes", Peter said walking towards her.

"Thanks," she said politely. He put the bag next to her bed. "Im going to talk to your doctor about the paperwork for you to leave. Do you need me to call a nurse to help you get dress?" knowing that with a broken ulna and two cracked ribs it was going to be hard for her dress herself without problems.

"No," she said with obvious discomfort. "I'm fine".

"Olivia, remember you can't overwork yorself without breathing problems. I think it's best taht a nurse help you," he said sounding concerned.

"Peter I'm just getting dress not picking up a car," she said annoyed.

"But-," he didnt get to finish because Olivia cut him off and said forcefully "Peter, I fine just go get the paper work done so I leave!"

Peter sighed knowing he wasn't going to win this argument; she was to stubborn. "Just be careful, I'll back in few minutes. Do you need anything?"

"Yes, can you get me a cup of coffee please?" she asked knowing she would need the extra time to dress herself properly. It was going to be difficult but she didnt want anyone toching her after everything that has happened.

"Sure," he said opening the door and leaving. After walking down the hall and turning the corner he saw Olivia's doctor and stop him to ask him a few questions on how to take care of Olivia. Next he went about getting the paper work taken care of, then went to get her coffee. Making his way back to her room he thought about ways to have her open up to him. 'I need to know what happened over there if I'm going to help her,' he thought. "But what I do know is that she can go back to her apartment if she knows what happened between me a the other Olivia." He snapped out of his thoughts when he came to her door. He walked in and to his surprise she was completely dress and look fine.

"Ok, all the paper work is taken care of, are you ready to leave?" asked Peter.

"You didn't have to come collect me Peter; I'm fine," muttered Olivia.

"I know but I didn't think you would enjoy taking a cab," he said picking up the bag.

"Lets just go," she said walking passed him and leaving the room

Peter sighed and followed her out.