Chapter 10

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"Morin' Liv!!" said Munch, his usual sarcastic grin on his face as he walked in behind Fin and Cragen. He was followed closely by two other detectives.

Their unwanted arrival caused an annoyed groan from the detective, who wanted nothing more than to pick up her pillow and press it over her face to block them out. Sadly for her, she didn't have the energy to move. If she did, moving wouldn't be worth the pain that came with it. She might as well ive up the idea of sleep anytime soon.

"Nice to see you too, Liv," said Fin, as he took up the seat that Elliot usually sat in. Fin couldn't help but smile. Liv must be ok, she was back to normal.

"Russell and Benton came by to see you, but you were out cold. The others have been asking about you also," said Fin

"How are they doing?" she asked, trying to sit up, which was a bad idea, given her present condition.

"They're fine. Worried about you, but fine."

It wasn't that she wasn't happy to see her fellow detectives. She was happy to see them with her own eyes. She just didn't feel like talking or listening to anyone (who could blame her?) She just wanted to go back to the dreamless, drug-educed sleep.

"No offense Liv, but you can be really stupid sometimes," said Munch.

What the fuck was with him calling her stupid? If anyone was stupid, it was them for not believing in her.

"How are you feeling?" asked Cragen.

"Great, can't you tell?" she said, her tone drenched with venom and sarcasm.

"Ah, the good old venomous sarcastic stubborn Olivia we all know and love. Pay up, Fin," said Munch. They had bet on what her mood would be before they came in, typical. All of them were gamblers (well, all but Elliot, that is.)

"So, was it you who called me, oh what was it? A 'stubborn woman'?" she asked Munch, slightly amused.

"Who told you that?" he asked.

"The doctor, when he came in to check on me."

"Well, you can't say that isn't true. This is the second time you've defied death," he said as they all laughed.

"Really, though, how have you been feeling? You've had us all worried, scared, and depressed. We've all slept in the waiting room. Well all of us except Elliot. He hasn't left your side since we found you and brought you here," said Munch. He loved teasing her whenever he could, and he knew it was a bit out of Elliot's character to be worried sick, but seeing her when they found her shook him up pretty badly.

She was fully aware of the risks that came with her job. She'd seen others get hurt, and she'd even been hurt a couple times. She had seen her friends come within an inch of death. She knew all of them were bound to get banged up sooner or later. Some stitches, a couple broken bones here and there, bumps and bruises were nothing new to them. Seeing your best friend in such bad shape though was something he wasn't going to get out of his head for a while.

Liv's face was emotionless as she looked up at the men gathered around her. Munch wasn't as stupid as some thought he was. He knew something was very wrong, well beyond the obvious. He knew they owed her their support, loyalty, and worry. They knew her career as a detective might be over, depending on what would happen in the next few days. She knew she would be replaced over the time it would take her to recover. She's seen it plenty of times before.

"Earth to Liv!! You ok?" asked Munch, when Liv spaced out and was staring at the blank wall behind Cragen.

"Wha-oh. Yeah, I'm fine. I'm a stubborn woman like you said. I'll be out of here in no time," she told them confidently with a smirk on her face, which was enough for them.

When they left an hour or so later, Liv closed her eyes as a sign that she was exhausted. She opened them a bit when she heard the door click shut behind Elliot as he came in again.

"You didn't tell them what the doctors said, did you?" he asked as he sat down. He let the guys and Liv chat while he took a well-deserved break. It was kind of nice having time to himself without having to worry.

"They don't need anything more to worry about right now. They've been worried enough," she said, turning her head to look at him. He looked a bit better, like he had time to sleep and have something to eat.

"Do you really think you could hide it from them? If something worse does happen, they have a right to know," he told her, wondering in the back of his mind how she could have missed that hugely obvious detail.

She sighed slightly. Fuck it all, why did he always have to be right?

"I'll worry about it when the time comes. Right now, I don't give a flying fuck," she said, hoping he'd get the message she was ready to pass out.

"You're the biggest procrastinator I've ever met," he told her, with a hint of teasing in his voice. He knew she was tired, that's why he didn't pursue the conversation.

"And you're very sexy," she said, before closing her eyes and letting her head hit the pillow.

He stared at her for a second after this comment, his face going a deep shade of red that it had never gone before. Sexy? Did Liv really mean that, or was it the fact that she was so drugged, she had a hard time keeping her thoughts to herself, let alone keeping her eyes open for almost two hours?

"I-I don't think you know what you're talking about, Liv," he said.

"And Munch had the guts to call me the stupid one," she said with a smile before finally drifting off to sleep.

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Kinda fluffy, I know. It'll go back to drama soon, I promise... Keep on reviewing, you guys rock!!