A/N: Sorry for the delay. So much to write, not enough hours in a day. Please read and review for the next chapter.

Disclaimer: Only own Lachlan and the doctor.



Reading the results again, the doctor nodded before looking up at Olivia. "Well...It appears that you have Type 1 Diabetes, Ms Benson," she informed her.

Olivia was in absolute shock. "What?! How?!"

"We are unsure, Ms. Benson. It could have been environmental factors or you could have possibly inherited it. Did you mother or father have diabetes?" the doctor asked.

Biting her bottom lip, Olivia shook her head. "My mother didn't... But I never knew my father," she explained.

"Give mommy a hug, buddy," Elliot whispered in Lachlan's ear and placed him on the bed beside Olivia.

The doctor nodded. "We're going to have to work out a regimen with you, to control your diabetes," she explained to her.

Wrapping her arms around Lachlan, Olivia nodded, inhaling the calming scent of his baby shampoo. "Okay," she whispered. "I still don't know how this could have happened though. I eat pretty healthy, I'm fit, I run frequently."

Rubbing Olivia's arm, the doctor said softly, "It can happen. As long as you control the diabetes, you can function normally," she tried to reassure her but it wasn't helping much.

Shaking her head, Olivia made it clear that the conversation was over. She needed time to digest all of this new information.

Sighing, Elliot decided to speak up for Olivia. "Could you please give us a minute?"

Nodding in understanding, Dr. Donnelly said, "Okay. I'll be back in ten, so we can start working out how we can keep your diabetes under control."

"Thank you, Doc," Elliot said for Olivia.

"You're welcome, Mr. Stabler," the doctor replied and walked out.

"Mommy! Mommy!!" Lachlan screamed. He wanted his mommy's attention and he wanted it now. He was getting bored in this place. He wanted his mommy to play cars with him.

"Mommy is busy, buddy," Elliot tried to settle the toddler down.

"MOMMY!!!" Lachlan screamed louder.

Olivia flinched and rubbed a hand down her face, trying to keep her frustration under control. "Not now, buddy," she whispered, rubbing his back, "Please, Lachlan."

Lachlan hadn't acted this unruly since he was about eighteen months old and now was not the right time for it. She was still in shock from the diagnosis and she was exhausted and frustrated.

"MOMMY! I bored! Go home!!!" he screeched, grumpily, thumping his little fists on the mattress. "Go home! Home!"

Olivia took some deep breaths and turned away from Lachlan. She couldn't handle his temper tantrum right now, especially one to this magnitude.

Noticing Olivia's hand clenching and unclenching as she took slow, deep breaths, Elliot sighed. "Baby, I'll call Casey to come collect him," he suggested.

Shaking her head, Olivia said, "She can't right now, El. She's in court today."

Elliot nodded. "Okay. Is there someone else who could come collect him?"

"No, there isn't."

"MOMMMMMMYYYYYY," Lachlan screeched over his mother, as she tried to talk to Elliot.

Olivia's hands started to shake and tears started to well up in her eyes. "T-take him out of here please, El. Take him to the playground or something," she practically pleaded with him.

Nodding in understanding, Elliot kissed her on the lips. "Okay, baby, we'll be back soon."

"Thank you," Olivia whispered and kissed Lachlan's cheek. "Elliot is going to take you to the playground, buddy. Behave yourself."

"Love you, mommy," Lachlan said, softly, happy that he was getting his way, even if it wasn't his mommy taking him. He liked Elliot, so he could handle that.

"Come on, buddy," Elliot said, picking up the youngster. "Let's go have us some fun, huh?"

"Yep!" Lachlan cheered, happily.

Laughing lightly, Elliot perched Lachlan on his hip. "Let's go. See you soon, Liv."

"Bye, guys. Have fun," Olivia waved to them, smiling sadly and watched her boyfriend and son walk out of the hospital room.

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Ten minutes dragged by for Olivia as she thought of how her life was going to be changing yet again. How was this diabetes diagnosis going to change her life? Was it going to affect her chances on having another baby, giving Lachlan a younger sibling? Was she going to have to give herself injections everyday, even though she had a fear of needles? Was Elliot going to ditch her? These were just some of the million thoughts racing through her head.

Sighing, she leaned her head back and looked up at the white ceiling. "Why?" she whispered to herself.

The door opened and the doctor appeared. "Olivia, are you ready to talk about your diabetes now? We need to work out a regimen before you can go home."

Groaning, Olivia nodded. "Yes, let's get this over with, please."

Nodding, the doctor sat down on the chair beside the bed. "Okay, here are some pamphlets on diabetes. It will tell you how to control your diabetes and what to do, especially when you are sick."

"Won't it be the same as any sick day?" Olivia asked, furrowing her brows.

Dr. Donnelly shook her head. "No it isn't, Olivia. Any common illness, including the cold or flu, which results in nausea, vomiting or diarrhea may cause your blood sugar to rise. So when you are sick, you need to check your blood sugar every four hours. Amongst other things, it is all in the pamphlets for you, Olivia. It is important to have your diabetes under control," the doctor informed her.

Biting her bottom lip, Olivia nodded, sadly. "Okay. Will I still be able to have another child?"

"Yes, Olivia. And there will other ways to handle your diabetes, if and when it happens. You will need to talk to your OBGYN about that then."

"Okay. Thank you. Can we work this out before my boyfriend and son come back? Because my son will want to go straight home."

"Sure," Dr. Donnelly said with a smile. "Did your son have a temper tantrum before?"

Sighing, Olivia nodded. "Yeah. I'm just so tired, I couldn't handle it, so I got Elliot to take him out for a while."

"I understand. When my son was about three I was in hospital for a week following a c-section I had when I had my daughter. He had a few temper tantrums. It was frustrating but I still tried everything to calm him but it wouldn't work and it started to upset the other women in the room, so my husband had to take him out."

Olivia nodded. "I don't mean to be rude but could we please sort all this diabetes stuff out?"

"Sure. I know how badly you want to go. Let's do this. But you may still need to come back in a few days so we can test to see if your diabetes is under control or not."

"Okay."

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Elliot returned with a now sleepy Lachlan some time later. He had stayed out with Lachlan longer to make sure he was sleepy when he came back, so he would sleep during whatever else still needed to be done.

He walked in to the hospital room to find Olivia sitting on the edge of the bed with some pamphlets, a piece of paper and a small case, which he assumed contained Insulin, needles and syringes.

"Hey baby, ready to go?" he greeted her with Lachlan perched on his hip. Lachlan's little head on his shoulder.

Sighing, Olivia looked up at Elliot. "Yeah. What took you so long?"

Elliot leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips. "Sorry, baby. I took Lachlan to the playground and then we grabbed something to eat. I thought it would be best to come back when he was sleepy," he tried to explain.

Olivia put her finger on Elliot's lips and smiled sadly. "It's okay, honey. Thank you."

Helping Olivia up off the bed with his free hand, Elliot said, "No problem, baby. Let's go home. We can work out how we are going to handle your diabetes. I could even give you the Insulin injections, baby."

Olivia looked up at Elliot. "Really? You would do that for me? Give me the injections?"

Nodding, Elliot gave her a kiss. "Yes, baby, I will. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for you and Lachlan, you know that."

Taking Elliot's free hand in hers, Olivia said, "Thank you so much, El. Let's go home."