(A/N: Here is Chapter 3. Hope you enjoy. I would like some feed to know if you guys like it so far. Been trying to make whose talking more clear and some other things. Enough of me.)
George yawned and stretched. He was finally going to take Elliot home. Elliot was glad too but George saw the apprehension.
Because of the apprehension, George suggested that Elliot take his bed and that he would sleep in the guestroom, Elliot was against it. Very strongly against it. George had asked why and Elliot just said that he needed him close to him.
George nodded knowing he felt the same. He wouldn't be able to sleep at night without Elliot holding him. George hadn't had good night's rest since the day Elliot was kidnapped.
He'd been a wreck when Elliot had been taken. He had broken down in Don's office a week in. Someone had suggested that Elliot might be dead, since they knew the man's MO. It had broken him but he had to try and be strong because he knew it wasn't the truth.
George sighed as he looked out of the window of the hospital. He turned to see that Elliot was still sleeping. George looked at his watch and headed for the door. While Elliot was asleep he could go and get Elliot's medicine.
George walked out of the room and saw that Olivia was there. George walked right past her without a word. He knew that Olivia being mad at him was his fault in a sense but she didn't help by spreading around the department that he was uncaring and that since he didn't give a shit about Elliot he didn't give a shit about any of them. No one in the department wanted to talk to him anymore and he was looked at like a plague. At least Cragen had a tight handle on his department so he didn't have to be harassed but being ignored wasn't any better. George tired not to think about it. All that mattered right now was Elliot and his recovery.
Elliot opened when he heard the door open and close. Elliot looked around the room to see that George wasn't there but Olivia was standing there.
"Hey," he said.
"So you're getting out today?" Olivia asked.
Elliot nodded. "I'm going to be with George at his apartment. Probably just going to stop renting mine," he said.
"Are you sure?" Olivia asked and Elliot sighed.
"I am more than sure. I don't really know what's going on between you two but I don't like it," he said.
"I saw a side of him El, which scares me. I'm not sure about him anymore," Olivia said.
Elliot just smiled at her. "He's human, Liv. He gets angry. God, you think I get mad, wait until you see him. He can be sad, happy, caring, and he can be cold. The only thing worse than him being angry is him being cold and uncaring. It's mostly just a defense mechanism but sometimes he really does mean it," Elliot said hoping that Olivia would understand.
"If he would've cared too much then he probably wouldn't have been able to do his job. It would have been hard to think with too much emotion, I guess. You'd have to ask him," he said. The door opened and George came in holding a few prescription bags.
"There you are," Elliot said.
"See you later, Elliot," Olivia said before leaving.
"Went to pick up your medication," George said.
"How uncaring were you?"Elliot asked.
"A little more than normal," George said not really fazed by the question.
Elliot gave him an amused look. "You scared Olivia," he said.
"I really didn't mean to. Probably got a little too caught," George said shrugging.
Elliot wondered how hard George took him being gone.
"Anyway, are you ready to get dressed? We're leaving around noon," George said and Elliot nodded.
George helped Elliot up and pushed the railing down. He helped Elliot swing his legs over the side.
Elliot took a deep breath and winced. Elliot gripped George's shirt and looked at him.
"What?" George asked.
"Thank you, for everything," Elliot said.
"Don't have to thank me. I'm here for however long you want me to be," George said. Elliot let him go and George went to his bag to get Elliot's clothing. Elliot slipped his left arm out of the dressing gown. George came back with a pair of boxers, sweatpants, and a t-shirt. He placed them on the bed and Elliot slipped his other arm out of the hospital gown. George refrained from gasping as he saw the magnitude of bruising on Elliot body. Elliot watched George's eyes went from shining with surprise to burning with anger. Elliot grabbed George's shirt and he pulled George to him and kissed him.
"They'll be gone soon," Elliot said as he pulled away. "Don't worry about it and calm down," he said.
George nodded.
Elliot grabbed his boxers. "Hm…," Elliot said. "Need to stand."
George gripped Elliot's good arm and helped him stand. Elliot took a shaky breath at the pain he felt coursing through his ankle. Elliot bent and slipped his right ankle into his boxers first and then his left before quickly pulling them up and sitting back on the bed.
"How bad," George asked.
"I don't know if I'll walk too well for a while. It's still tender."
George nodded. "We're going to have to get your pants on next," he said.
They repeated the process and this time Elliot leaned more of his weight on George and George realized that Elliot was lighter than normal. He looked at Elliot closer when Elliot was sitting back on the bed.
"How much were you fed?" George asked.
"Enough so I wouldn't starve. I always had water though," Elliot said looking at the floor.
George sighed and he took a deep breath to calm himself. "Here's your shirt," he said and Elliot took it and pulled it on.
"Do you need a sling?" George asked and Elliot shook his head.
"Crutches would be good to have," Elliot said.
"I'll get the sling anyway," George said as he walked out of the room. Elliot stared at the door waiting for George to come back. He felt uneasy without George in the room with him. It was something that he was going to have to get over. George walked back into the room and smiled at Elliot. Elliot gave a small smile of his own.
"It will be here when we're leaving. Is there anything you want to do before we go home," George asked as he sat down.
Elliot shook his head. "Just want to go home," he said.
George nodded and they both waited for noon.
Elliot slumped against the seat of the car. George had helped him into the seat. He had to be wheeled out of the hospital. He hated that but it was necessary. George got into the car and he looked over at Elliot. He leaned over and kissed Elliot on the cheek.
Elliot looked at him with a small grateful smile. "I think I've changed my mind about not wanting to go somewhere before home," he said.
"Where?" George asked.
"To the church if it's not too much trouble," Elliot said knowing that sometimes George felt a bit uncomfortable going there.
"It's not," George said and Elliot smiled as the car was started.
