"David," Olivia mumbled waking up again, "David?"

"I'm right here," he said grabbing hold of her hand, "How are you feeling?"

"Mm, fine."

"Liv," David said, "You're not fine. You were attacked. You have two fractured ribs!"

"Don't yell," Olivia said opening her eyes, "My head hurts."

David sighed, "I'm sorry. I just… I need you to be honest with me."
Now it was Olivia's turn to sigh, "What do you want me to say? That it hurt? Yeah it does. Like you said yourself, I have two broken ribs."

"So let me take care of you," David said with his pleading eyes.

Olivia took a moment to look at him, to really look at him. He looked like he had just woken up and ran straight out of the door without bothering to change his pajamas or anything.

"I've always taken care of myself," Olivia whispered.

David could see that she was getting upset by the way she kept blinking with her head back to keep the tears away. "You don't have to do that anymore. You have me."

Olivia sniffed and finally she let out a small cry, "Nobody has ever said that to me."

"Now they have," David said rubbing his thumb along the top of her hand.

"I love you."

"I love you too," David assured her, "So much."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Could you get me a glass of water?"

David let out a small chuckle, "Sure. Here you go."

Olivia gulped the water down in only three big drinks. She had been thirsty ever since she woke up. "I was so thirsty."

David nodded as he took the empty cup from Olivia and placed it on the small table next to her bed.

"So, uh, I guess I'm going to be here for awhile," Olivia sighed turning her head to face David.

"Probably," David said sadly, "But, I'll be here with you everyday it that's what you want."

"No," Olivia said shaking her head, "Go home. Get some sleep. You look like hell."

David couldn't help but smile at Olivia's sense of humor. After what she had been through just the day before he didn't think Olivia would even be talking. Now she was telling him he looked like hell. "The irony," he thought to himself.

David sighed reluctantly. He didn't want to leave Olivia's side but he knew he wasn't going to win the argument.

"I want to stay here with you."

"I'll call Elliot," Olivia said, "That way you don't have to worry about me being alone."

David turned his head and rolled his eyes. "You don't have to call him. He's outside. He hasn't left all night."
Olivia smiled, "I'll be fine. Please, go home and get some rest. You can come back later."
"Okay," he said standing up, "I'll send Elliot in." David planted a kiss on Olivia's cheek before walking outside and telling Elliot what was going on. Elliot of course was more than happy to keep Olivia company for the time being. He needed to talk to her and make sure she was okay.

"Hey," he said stepping into the room, "How are you doing?"

Olivia tilted her head down and stared at the blanket in front of her.

"Liv?" he asked walking closer, "Are you okay?"

She shook her head, "No. No, I'm not okay."

Elliot could see her tears now. He felt bad for her and he didn't know what to do. This was Olivia and he didn't ever expect this to happen to her. He figured that Olivia had been holding it in to try and be strong for David. She was always worried about others like that.

"Hey," Elliot said sitting down in the chair, "It'll be okay. Fin and Munch are working on finding Nate right now."

That name. Nate. Olivia couldn't bare to hear his name. She remembered how he made her beg. "Ask," the man demanded, "All you have to do is simply say 'Nate, have sex with me.'" The thoughts were ringing through Olivia's mind.

"Olivia? Olivia! Liv, talk to me!"

Olivia's breathing became erratic and Elliot became worried. "Olivia," he said forcefully, "It isn't real. You're safe. Do you hear me? You're safe."

Olivia took one last deep breath and finally her eyes snapped out of it. They were pink and glossed over but she was finally back to reality.

"What happened?" Elliot asked. He already knew what had happened, he just needed Olivia to say it.

"I flashed back," she said tearfully.

That was all it took for Elliot's blood to boil. He was going to kill Nate for doing this to Olivia and he wasn't going to stop looking for him until that happened.

"Liv," Elliot said sympathetically, "You need to talk to someone about this."
Olivia shook her head no, "Everyone will look at me differently. Like I'm weak and fragile. I'm a cop. That can't happen."

"Liv," Elliot said again, "Nobody thinks that about you and nobody will. If you talk to someone, that will prove just how strong you are. Do you know how much gut it takes to talk to someone?"

Elliot could tell that Olivia was thinking about what he was saying and he hoped that she would agree to talk to someone. He knew what not talking could do. He had seen it happen to people a million times and he knew what it was like for Olivia's mother.

"I have to talk to someone," Olivia said quietly, "I don't want to be like my mother…"

"Do you want me to call George?"

Olivia blinked away her tears and shook her head yes. If she was going to talk to anyone, it might as well be George. At least he was someone she trusted and she knew he wouldn't blab to any press.

"I'll make the call and I will be right back," Elliot informed her. He stepped just right outside Olivia's room and dialed George's number.

Olivia took a deep breath and let it out in one slow motion. She wasn't ready to talk about yet. She wasn't even sure if she was ready to believe it had happened to her yet. She knew that if she didn't talk to someone the outcome could be bad but, right now, she didn't care. She just wanted to sleep and shut everybody out.