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I am having a small operation next week and will not be able to write anything or type anything or do anything for 2 weeks so the next chapter will be a little longer away but it will come.

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Chapter 14 – Dreams

Peter sighed as she shifted on the hard mattress of his hospital bed, the plastic under the sheets squeaking with each move he made to try and get comfortable. He ached, it was as simple as that, he had pushed too much to try and get up and about that he had made his wound hurt even more, although it was a nice reprieve to the pain he was feeling of not knowing where Olivia was or how to help her. The sharp pain in his stomach taking away the dull ache in his heart of not having her there with him. "Son…are you ok?"

It had been fairly silent in his room most of the time he was awake, no one knowing what to say or do, Walter trying to keep his distance and yet be the caring father. Walter cared so much for Olivia and her safety but his son was in hospital, in pain and unable to move, he did not know whom to worry about more. His son that was going to be OK but still in hospital or, for all intense and purposes, his daughter, a girl who was lost and alone. And so Walter stayed silent, keeping to himself in the corner of Peter's room, but still casting caring eyes towards his son.

Swallowing down the lump that had formed in his throat from not speaking much, Peter sighed, "Yes Walter, I am just a little uncomfortable, that's all." He groaned again as he moved to sharply to one side, causing more pain to shoot through his stomach and his chest. He did watched as Walter rose slowly from his chair, cautiously shuffling over to his bed and sitting down gently. Peter could see the tears that Walter had shed recently, his eyes red and his cheeks stained and so he reached for Walter's hand, taking it in his own and squeezing gently. "Thank you for being here Walter…" his words were soft, almost the most that Peter had said to anyone over the last week, most knowing to leave him be unless they had information on Olivia.

Glancing away from Walter, who was no doubt trying to keep his tears at bay, Peter's eyes fell on the darkness that had coated the city, night fall had come, just like it had the nights before, bringing no new news of Olivia, and bringing even less hope that she would be found. It was hard for Peter to accept that she could be gone for good, but even he had to admit, if it were anyone else he would be doubtful of any chance of finding that person alive. He did not want to reside himself to the thoughts of Olivia not coming home to him but it was getting harder and harder for him to hold out hope.

Silence stretched between father and son, only suddenly broken by the chirping of Walter's watch, signalling that the hour had come, holding his breath Peter silently counted the eleven beeps that came, sighing when it had stopped. It was eleven o'clock, just another hour until midnight, another hour until Olivia would have been missing for seven days in total. A week away from her friends and family, a week of being terrified and hurt in god knows what ways, in ways that Peter did not want to think about. The silence stretched between the two once again, Peter's mind switching off to nothing but the pain he was feeling.

It had been a generally quiet few nights at Boston General, Peter being able to get a small amount of sleep, and when he was awake, the small sounds was all he could hear, there had been no major emergencies, no raised or hurried voices trying to save someone's life. It was calm, almost too calm. He would normally have joked about it to Olivia, "It's the calm before the storm Liv, get ready for the wind to change". They could laugh, she would smile, or he would laugh and she would send him a discerning look that would drive him crazy with want. Either way, it usually ended very well for the both of them.

So when Peter was woken up by the sound of the emergency room doors flying open, he honestly had no idea when he had fallen asleep, or what time it was now that he was awake, he jumped almost a foot in the air. Voices filled the hallway that separated his room from the others, both male and female voices, talking above each other, trying to get themselves heard, the beeping of the heart monitor adding to the mix of noises. There was something about the sudden noises, something that caught his heart that needed to be investigated and so he reached for the wheelchair by his bed, the one he was forced to use if he wanted to ever get out of the hospital, before lifting himself into it and slowly pushing himself towards his door.

Sitting in the doorway of his room, Peter watched as the gurney was pushed past him, nurses and doctors lining the sides of the bed as it rolled down the hallway. A could hear small sentences from different people as they moved into one of the empty rooms "…get a heart rate…" and "…we need blood samples…" it was all mixed into a rushed as the room doors swung closed, blocking out the sounds and the noises that were inside. Peter pushed the wheelchair forward slightly, more into the hallway but he could not see, he was too low to the ground to see through the window. Pushing himself up slightly off the chair, Peter left his legs weaken as he stood, steadying himself on the arms of the chair before standing straighter, his back aching, stomach throbbing and his legs shaking.

Glancing towards the window he could now see through, it was still not giving him any information as to why his body wanted, no needed to know what was going on. Behind him he heard the soft voices of another couple, he turned to look at them, both their clothes were stained with blood, both looked tired and worried, but neither looked scared, a usual reaction to seeing a loved one bleeding in the hospital. Finding it strange but letting it go, Peter turned back to the doctors and nurses working in the room, his focus completely on them, and the whole world around him dissolving into emptiness as he watched.

"…All she said was Olivia. That her name was Olivia…" Peter's world snapped into focus at the voices behind him, the couple were speaking to another nurse, no doubt giving information regarding the patient, but it was the name that had caught his attention, turning on his bare heels, Peter hobbled over to the couple, interrupting the nurse's questioning. "Did you say her name was Olivia?" Peter's heart rate increased at the likely hood of this woman being brought in by someone she doesn't know, in the middle of the night and barely conscious enough to say anything but her name and her name was Olivia. He waited expectantly for an answer, the older man unsure of what to say. "Please I need to know…" Hearing the fear in Peter's voice the lady spoke, "Yes…we found her on the side of the road, all we could get out of her was Olivia. She said her name was Olivia…"

Blinking a few times, Peter turned back to the window, this time finding a few less people in the room, giving him a better view. He still could not see the woman that was laying there, her face was still covered by the nurse but the flash of blonde hair was enough to sending his mind blank, his feet moving instinctively towards the room, he had no idea what to even expect as he got to the door. Slowly pushing on the swinging door, Peter stepped in, overwhelmed but what he was seeing, a young woman, lying on the hospital bed in her bra and underwear, only the shreds of a shirt lying on the ground. Her legs, of what he could see, were a colour pallet of purples and yellows, blacks and blues; there was not much of her skin that was not technicolour.

The doctors and nurses had not noticed him standing there, had not turned towards him but more interested in the woman on the bed. And so he stood in complete silence as the world moved around him, people chattering and rushing in front of him but his mind going blank as he just stared at the woman, part of him begging it to be Olivia, just so he knew she was away from that man and safe, and the other part of him wishing it was not her, wishing she had not ended up in the hospital again because of something that had happened to her. As if in slow motion, a young nurse turned away from the woman, giving Peter a full view of her face, before turning towards him. "Sir, you can't be in here…" She came to his side, her hand reaching out for his arm.

She tried to push him away, tried to push him out of the room but he was bigger than her, even in his weakened state. "Is she going to be ok?" he could not understand how that was the only thing that came out of his mouth, he could not understand why he had not been able to move himself to Olivia's side or to tell the nurse that she was his girlfriend, he just needed to know if she was ok. He missed her answer though, her voice, and the noises around him drowned out as he watched Olivia turn her head, a slight roll to the left side revealing more of her face to him. His heart fell, his stomach lurching in his stomach and his knees giving way as he looked at her.

Her knew the nurse had followed him to the ground, her arms trying to steady him as his stomach gave way, vomiting anything that was in there, which wasn't much considering he hadn't eaten much since being in the hospital. "Oh god…Olivia…" as he rested on his knees, he groaned, his voice finally catching the attention of the doctors, they looked towards him as they rushed around Olivia, one trying to get a needle I her wrist while the other called out to the nurse by his side, "You need to get him out of here…now…" Peter felt the nurse pull him to his feet, before pulling him back towards the doors behind him, they watched silently as nurses and doctors did what they had to. "Is she your girlfriend? The one you have been looking for?" The nurse spoke to him, her voice was soft, but enough to know that she wanted an answer.

Looking down at her quickly before his eyes flashed back to Olivia, he nodded, "Yes, she is…" it was a short answer; he was too focused on taking everything he could about the way she looked laying on the bed. He barely even noticed the hand that rested on his arm and the voice that followed, "She will be ok…" she was trying to be reassuring but in that moment, it really wasn't helping any.

Peter had no idea how long they waited outside the hospital room, he had no idea what the doctors were doing to her and he had no idea how what had happened to her but the nurse by his side had not left, and the sickness in his stomach had not gone away, even though he knew she was safe from that man. He watched on as the each of the five people still in the hospital room slowly trickled away, eventually only leaving a nurse who was sitting by Olivia's bedside writing on her chart and the doctor who was now walking towards the door.

To say that Peter was feeling sick was an understatement, he had already been sick once, which had been cleaned up once they left the room, but he felt as though he would be sick again, to have her laying there as she was, hurting and broken as she was, was almost too much for him to bare. Peter didn't remember being moved to the waiting room chairs just outside the hospital room, the nurse still by his side and the doctor now at his left. "She was found by the side of the road at the edge of the forrest, the couple over there…" he nodded in front of them at the older couple Peter had been speaking to earlier in the night, although Peter didn't see, his focus was now on the floor, the single mark had caught his attention.

"…She is severely dehydrated, she has a broken wrist that will take much longer to set as it seems to have been broken at two different stages of her capture. Many of the cuts are being cleaned as we speak and bruises will heal in time. Will need to run some more tests when she wakes up but for now she must rest." The doctor waited for a few moments, hoping to maybe get a reaction from him but Peter stayed mute, the information soaking into his brain too slow for a reply to come.

Instead he blinked his response, the shifting of the chair telling Peter that doctor had left, the nurse still by his side. "Come on hun, let's get you back to bed…" She stood slowly, taking Peter's hand and gingerly leading him back towards his own bed but Peter stopped halfway to his room, his hand falling from the nurses and his feet freezing where they were. How could he go back to his own room when Olivia was so close to his reach, how could he leave her there on her own to wake up in a strange place with no familiar face to welcome her home? No chance.

Turning away from the nurse he went back towards Olivia's room, finding nurses and a doctor still present there. Pushing through the swinging door, Peter tried to make his way to her side. "Please sir, you can't be in here, she is not ready for visitors." The doctor tried to place his hand on Peter's shoulder but Peter just shrugged it off, staring the older man down, "I want to see you now. I need to know that she is alive and ok. You have to let me see her." Peter tried to move towards her once more, but the doctor became more forceful, "You need to let her rest, please, her body needs to rest." Swallowing hard Peter stood tall, "No I said I want to see her."

"Please Mr. Bishop, she is not ready to have visitors and you should be in bed resting, it isn't good for you to be up and about like this…please, I will find you when she is awake…" He didn't need to be back in his own bed, he had been in his own bed, resting, for the better part of the last 7 days! He needed to be with her, he needed to be by her side. "Please, she is my girlfriend, I need to know she is ok…" Peter was now surrounded by the two other nurses and the nurse that was in the hall with him, this time she spoke, her voice soft but still stern, "Please, let her rest a little more and I promise you I will come and find you when she is ready…now, bed."

The doctor spoke again, the chart now sitting against Olivia's bed, "Mr. Bishop…what you need to understand is that we have had to sedate her enough to keep her calm, she is unable to communicate with you in any way at the moment. This is all just for her rest." But Peter was not having anything to do with what he was being told, turing back away from the doctors, he spotted the chair sitting in the corner of the room, making his way to his he dragged it to Olivia's side and sat down with a 'thwump' "Then I am staying right here." There was a moment of silence throughout the room before the swinging door opened and then closed, Olivia's breathing the only one he would hear.

Reaching for her hand, he placed it gently into his bigger one, taking in the cast on her broken arm, the bruising around her face, her neck, her check and her arms, no doubt more going under the hospital gown and the sheet that was covering her. Leaning over very gently and very slowly, to make sure he did not hurt himself, Peter placed a kiss on her forehead, her hand still in his, whispering quietly to the silent room, "It's ok Livia, I'm here…"

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