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Olivia shivered slightly. It had been another hour, and they had seen no sign of rescue. It was getting colder.
Elliot pulled the blanket tighter around them. "We'll get of here," he said for what seemed like the millionth time.
"I know," Olivia mumbled. She wrapped her jacket more tightly around her slim body. She winced as she saw that she was still bleeding from the gash on her side.
Elliot looked at her concernedly. He was worried about her. She was shivering and he could tell that she was in pain.
"You okay?" he asked. Olivia nodded slowly.
"Yeah." She pressed down more firmly on her side.
"How's your side? Still bleeding?" Elliot asked. Olivia nodded. "Does it still hurt?" Olivia nodded again, knowing that she couldn't lie to him.
"It'll be fine," she insisted. "I'll probably need a few stitches once we get out of this." If we get out, she added mentally.
Elliot could hear the wind blowing louder. The windshield was cracked. Snow had dropped into the front seat. It had been steadily growing colder for the past hour. And he knew that it was only likely to get colder and colder. If they weren't rescued, both of them would die.
Had the thermometer been working, it would have read minus three degrees. They had no way to tell, but Elliot and Olivia could feel that the blizzard warning they had heard earlier was very, very true.
Elliot could feel Olivia shivering. He himself was shivering, though not as violently. Olivia scooted closer to him.
"It's so damn cold," she muttered. Elliot's arm was around her shoulders, keeping the blanket in place. He instinctively tightened his grip somewhat.
"I know somebody must have seen our car crash," he said.
"There weren't very many people on the road," Olivia sighed. "Just the semi and somebody else. But they were pretty far off."
She was right. People had tried to avoid going on the roads to avoid what had happened to them. The only person who knew what had happened was the driver of the semi, who had managed not to tip into the ditch and had driven off.
"Somebody's bound to drive through," Elliot assured.
"Maybe in a few days," Olivia scoffed. "We'd be frozen by then." Elliot sighed.
"I don't know how cold it is," he admitted. "But it's been getting colder and colder for the past couple of hours."
Olivia shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable. The action was worthless. She was getting stiff from being in the same position, and her toes were growing numb. Her arms and legs felt like they had been frozen, and her side continued to throb painfully.
Another gust of wind blew some more snow into the front seat. Olivia was beginning to wonder if the entire car would be full of snow by the time night came.
Night. Olivia cringed. She didn't even know if they would still be alive by nightfall. They could both die of hypothermia, or she could bleed to death. She shook her head slightly, trying to stop herself from thinking those thoughts.
"I hope we get out of here before night," she mumbled. Her voice was soft. Elliot rubbed her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
"I do, too, Liv," he said. "And hopefully we will." He was trying to remain optimistic, but it was becoming harder and harder.
"I don't even know what time it is," Olivia said. "Night could be right around the corner." It felt like she was saying that death was around the corner. In a way, she felt like it was true. Night would bring heavier snowfall, and a temperature drop, and they were stuck in a car with no heat other than a blanket and leaning against each other.
She tried to think of some positives, but the only ones she could find were that they had a blanket, albeit a thin one, and each other. She added the facts that they had no food, no water, no way of contact anybody, and they were miles from home to the negatives.
Another hour and a half went by. The sky was beginning to darken. It continued to grow colder and colder. Olivia pressed herself against Elliot.
"You okay?" he worried.
"I'm just cold," she said. Elliot wrapped his other arm around her. She started to protest, but enjoyed the feeling. She snuggled deeper into his side. "Thanks," she murmured. Elliot nodded.
"You're welcome." He moved slightly closer to her. He heard Olivia try to stifle a yawn, unsuccessfully. "Sleepy?"
"I'm fine," Olivia insisted, trying not to yawn again. She fought to stay awake. Twenty minutes later, Elliot felt her head drop against his shoulder. She was fast asleep. Her hands had dropped, so he slipped his arms around her waist and pressed down on her wound. She whimpered slightly. He mentally cursed himself for hurting her.
"Shh," he soothed. He could feel her shaking from the cold and pulled her closer. He nearly fell asleep, but tried to fight it. Eventually sleep took over, and he slept, Olivia in his arms.
It was still dark when Olivia woke. She jumped slightly. She was in Elliot's arms in the back of a car. She remembered the events slowly. An ache in her side wouldn't will her to forget. Elliot opened his eyes.
"You alright, Liv?" he asked, noticing that she had paled and the blood stain on her shirt was more prominent, despite having nearly stopped bleeding. She forced a nod and put her hand to her side. She pushed herself up with the other. The blanket fell off of her shoulders. Elliot sat up and draped it around her, beginning to slip out of it himself.
"No," Olivia said firmly. She wrapped the other end around Elliot. "It's even colder today." Both of them shivered and moved closer to each other.
Two more cold hours passed by slowly. Neither of them got any warmer. Rather, they experienced the opposite. Olivia shuddered violently. Elliot tightened his hold on her.
"I'm starting to think we won't get out of this," Olivia said softly. Elliot put his hand on her back comfortingly, but didn't say anything. She leaned against him, and they tried to warm each other.
The temperature had stayed at minus three degrees for around an hour, and it had dropped a frigid minus six, unbeknownst to the freezing detectives huddled in the backseat.
"I wonder how cold it is?" Olivia wondered, pulling her thin jacket closer around herself. Elliot shrugged.
"No idea," he said. Olivia shivered and coughed softly. Elliot frowned. "You aren't getting sick, are you?"
Olivia shook her head, but sneezed. Elliot sighed and placed the back of his hand against her forehead. Her skin was chilled from the cold, but her forehead was slightly warm. "You're getting a fever," he mumbled.
"I'll be fine," Olivia murmured. She curled her toes inside her shoes. "Damn," she muttered.
"What?"
"I think I'm getting frostbite."
"I think I am, too," Elliot said, cringing. Both of them shivered violently and clung to each other like they were clinging on to a lifeline.
An hour dragged by. Three hours passed. Both of them were growing weary, but they knew that sleeping was a dangerous idea, something they shouldn't have done the first time.
Olivia tried to stifle a yawn.
"We need to stay awake," Elliot said, trying not to yawn.
"It's getting colder," Olivia noted. Elliot nodded.
"I know."
Olivia sneezed once more. She pulled the blanket as tightly around her as she could manage. Elliot started to unbutton his jacket to drape around her, but she shook her head firmly.
"No, El, you wear it," she commanded. Elliot sighed and re-buttoned it. She scowled. "Surely somebody saw us. I'm beyond pissed that nobody's come."
"Just don't attack them when they do come," Elliot teased, lightening the moment. Olivia poked him in the ribs.
"I'm too damn cold to attack anybody."
Elliot chuckled. Olivia heaved a huge yawn. "Try to stay awake," Elliot warned. Olivia nodded lazily.
"I know."
"Wanna play a game?"
"El, just because we're snuggled up and are in the backseat-" Olivia smirked mockingly.
"No, not that," Elliot said, smirking. "I spy?"
Olivia rolled her eyes. "Why?" she whined.
"You sound like a two year old when you do that."
"Shut up."
"We just need something to keep us awake, Liv."
"I know, I know."
"Okay then. I spy something white."
"White? Seriously, El? Snow." Elliot scowled.
"I spy something black," Olivia hinted.
"The seats?" Elliot suggested. Olivia shook her head. "The car?"
"El, I can't see the outside of the car."
"But it's black!"
"I know. Guess again."
"My jacket?"
"Nope."
"I give up."
"That easily?" Olivia scoffed. "The floor mat." Elliot pouted. "Now who's the two year old?" Olivia teased.
"I spy something gray," Elliot said.
"My jacket."
"How'd you know?"
"It's the only gray thing in here, El. You're not very good at this game, you know."
"Shut up."
"Then how can I play?"
"Fine."
"I spy something blue," Olivia challenged.
"The sky?"
"Is that all you got, El? And the sky's probably black by now."
"My shirt?"
"You have a green shirt on."
"Damn."
"Don't blame me," Olivia said with a shrug. In doing so, she bumped her wound, sending another wave of pain traveling down her side and making her flinch.
"You alright?"
"I'm okay. Out of guesses?"
"No."
"Then keep going."
"Your shirt?"
"No."
"But it's blue!" Elliot argued.
"Yeah, but that isn't it."
"What else is blue?" Elliot groaned. "I give up!"
"You seriously don't know the color of your own eyes?" Olivia blushed slightly as she blurted out the answer, not wanting to be questioned her motives for choosing his eyes.
"Ohh, well, um..." Elliot trailed off. Olivia snickered.
"This is getting boring," she said. "You suck at this game." Elliot glared and stuck his tongue out at her. "Put that back in your mouth. It may freeze."
Elliot rolled his eyes. They kept each other awake over the next two hours by talking about random things.
The temperature continued to drop at a steady and rapid pace. Olivia could feel her head growing heavy from her cold and she felt tired and achy. She sneezed three times. Elliot once again placed his hand to her forehead.
"You're getting warmer," he said worriedly.
"I'm so damn cold," Olivia groaned. She curled up against Elliot tightly. He pulled her closer to his body.
She lazily rested her head on his broad chest. "I'm tired."
"Try not to go to sleep," Elliot commanded gently. Olivia nodded sleepily.
"I know," she yawned. "I'm just so sleepy."
Elliot rubbed her back. "I know, I am too. But just hang on."
Olivia was quiet for another hour, and Elliot feared that she had fallen asleep. "You still awake?"
"Yes," Olivia murmured tiredly. "Still awake." She yawned, followed by a loud cough. "Ugh," she moaned.
Elliot rubbed soothing circles on her back. "It's alright," he whispered. Olivia leaned her head tiredly against his shoulder.
Both of them made them inevitable mistake of dozing off, but only for a few minutes. Olivia shot up at a pain in her abdomen. Elliot opened his eyes to see her doubled over in pain, clutching her side.
"Liv!" He sat up straighter and slid next to her. "Are you okay?"
Olivia forced a tiny nod. "I'm fine," she strained through gritted teeth. Elliot put his arm around her shoulders. "My...side.."
"Shhh," Elliot whispered, pulling her close.
"It hurts," Olivia grunted, curling up tightly, holding her side in agony. Elliot gently removed her hand from her side and rolled up her shirt, wincing when he saw the blood.
He rolled her shirt back down and placed his own hands on her injury and pressed down. Olivia closed her eyes tightly. "Owww..."
Elliot ran one of his hands through her hair comfortingly. "I know," he whispered. "But I need to keep pressure on it, okay?" Olivia nodded and Elliot returned his hand to Olivia's bleeding abdomen. He prayed that help was on it's way.