When I woke up, I could tell I was in an ambulance. I could smell blood in the air. I hate that smell.

I heard frenzied voices saying things about blood loss. I didn't care about any of that. I just wanted to see Elliot. I tried to talk, but I realized that I had an oxygen mask on. I started to panic. What if it wasn't just my blood I smelled? What if Elliot was hurt too?

I guess the paramedics heard the change in my breathing because one of them leaned over me and said, "You need to calm down, Olivia. Take it easy."

I wanted to yell at him that I couldn't possibly be calm until I knew Elliot was ok, but I couldn't, of course. However, at that moment I felt a familiar touch on my left arm and heard his voice, though I couldn't see him. "Calm down, Liv. I'm here. You'll be ok."

I could tell he was upset and I wanted to tell him it was ok, but I couldn't stay awake any longer. I thankfully welcomed sleep as it delivered me from pain and thought.

I continued to wake up for minute-long stints all night and the next day. I couldn't focus on much, but I remember seeing Cragen, Fin, John, Casey, and even Rachel. And always Elliot. He did say he'd never leave me.

Finally, I was able to stay awake and think like a normal person. My right arm was in a sling. It still hurt to breathe, but I could deal with it. I looked to my left and saw Elliot asleep in a chair, holding onto my left hand. I didn't want to wake him up, but I really wanted to talk to him. "Elliot?" I said softly, squeezing his hand.

He opened his eyes. "Olivia!"

"Did you get him?"

He smiled. "One-track mind, there, Liv."

I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, I got him."

"Did you ever figure out what his deal was?"

A shadow passed across his face. "Yeah. Yeah, we did. I'll tell you about it later." He leaned forward and stroked my cheek. "How do you feel?"

"I'm ok."

"Olivia."

I smiled and shook my head. "No really, I'm ok. I mean, it hurts, but you know that." I looked into his eyes. "How are you?"

"Better now that you're awake."

"Yeah, I tend to have that effect on people." He laughed, and I looked him up and down. "Were you hurt?"

He shook his head. "No. I caught him pretty easily. Shot him in the leg." He looked down at our clasped hands and then back at my face. "You lied to me."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just…I wanted you to get him. And I knew you would let him get away if it was between getting him and helping me."

"Of course I would, Olivia." He sighed. I didn't think I'd ever seen him look so tired.

"Are you mad?"

"No. I was just worried. The whole time…I…I mean, you could have…and then…." He stopped. "I'm just glad you're ok," he finished softly. He leaned over and kissed me. "So I owe you one."

I raised my eyebrows. "One what? What did you do?"

"Oh, you know. I sort of…kicked your door down."

"Uh-huh. Yeah, you can fix that." I pulled him back down to me. "But first you can kiss me again."