CHAPTER 14

Sorry to all my dear readers for keeping you wait so long. Cuz I've been going through a hard time of my life. Anyway, I still miss you guys, miss Olivia.

Ok, this chapter is a little long, but I think you'll like it:) .

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-Several days later-

Alex stood at the end of the hall way, frozen, watching Elliot pushed the door open, to see the woman who had been refusing to eat anything, to see anyone, only begging for the abortion surgery;

The woman…

God, why the name, Olivia Benson, turned to be some sour spot in her heart? Alex wondered.

She knew the brunette wanted and needed to see him.

She really did.

They're partners for fuck's sake, Cabot.

Leaning back to the wall, she laughed. You'rewhat,someselfishandstupidhighschoolgirlwhocareaboutnothingbutbeingpossessiveaboutyourBFF?

Eventually, she heard the door closed gently down the hall.

It brought the counselor back to the moment of last night, when Olivia finally opened her mouth, saying the first sentence after her recently self-isolated and fasted:

...

"How fffuckin' lllong they'll ke-keep me waiting for?"

Alex stunned.

Since the big fight Olivia had with the doc, the brunette had barely said a single word no matter how hard people tried to talk to her.

"Honey..." she walked closer, "I know you're upset... But you're not well enough to do the abortion, you know that, right?"

"Make, them, dddo, i-it, NOW!"

"Olivia! They can't! It could cost your life... or, you could lose the opportunity to be a mother again."

"I dddon't care!"

"Yes you do!" Alex yelled. "Why Olivia, why? Just several weeks, and it will help the case, too. You know they need the amniotic fluid for DNA comp-"

Suddenly, Olivia brushed the glass on the nightstand to the floor.

It crashed with a bang, making the whole world sank into silence.

Olivia was gasping and shaking. "Fuck the D-DNA! ... Sche-scheggule it... or... I... rrrather... die!" she clenched teeth as the tears streamed down.

"Oh, shut up..." Alex rushed over, pulling the brunette into her arms. "Fine, fine. You got it. You got it! Just... don't you say that word again. You hear me?" she was shaking, too.

...

They shared tears. And then, Olivia whispered, "I wa... want sssee… El."

...

"Alex?"

Sarah stepped closer, finally getting her attention.

"Oh, hey, Sarah. Sorry… I was, thinking."

"Are you ok? You look..."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine…"suddenly, someone caught the counselor's eyes.

It was a skinny young man, holding a bunch of flowers walking towards Olivia's room.

"Hey, buddy. I'm looking for Olivia Benson." he was stopped by the guard cop.

"And you are…?"

Before he answered, Alex had been rushed over there. "Who the hell are you?" she asked, looking this big boy up and down.

The young man licked his lips, "I… I just come to send this. Some guy paid me, told me to give it to Olivia Benson."

"Who? Where?" Alex felt her heartbeats quickened.

"I don't know him. Just a… normal guy, uh, 5 minutes ago I think? Outside the hospital."

"Is him?" Alex found out Jason's picture in her phone, and showed it to him.

"Seems… like him, I'm not sure. He was wearing sunglasses… and, uh, I don't know. We just talked a few sentences. He said he's allergic to the sense of hospital, and asked me to deliver."

"Give me." Alex grabbed the flowers from him, taking out an envelope with Olivia's name on it.

Holding the card, Alex's blood went cold.

"What's on it?"

"Tell Cragen, we really need to transfer her to the safe place."

Kathy Stabler had tried 5 times to pick up the damn crushed egg from the kitchen floor, but she just couldn't. Her back hurt like hell, and her belly felt like being yanked by something inside, making it almost impossible to bend down.

Finally, she gave up.

Alright... Maybe you're a little too old to be pregnant. But even pick the eggshells up, so what? You still gotta clean the mess, wipe the floor... Face it, stupid woman, something just can't be picked up. Just like your marriage.

The damn marriage.

All of a sudden, she felt like an idiot, felt pathetic, for some voice inside her started to lecture.

You still can't get it, can you? No matter how many kids you give him, how many sacrifices you do for him, you just can't get his heart back. You can't, and you won't... Yeah, the baby you're carrying, is worthless now. Don't pretend you don't know reason, Kathy. Say it, SAY IT OUT LOUD! C'MON!

BANG!

She grabbed a plate from the counter, and threw it against the wall.

Because you man knocked that whore up! FUCK!... FUCK!

Kathy closed her eyes, shaking slightly in anger.

"Mom, is everything okay?"

She forced a deep breath, turning to give a convincible smile to Lizzie. "Yeah, sweetheart. Could you help me with these?"

Lizzie eyed the mess on the floor, "Sure. What are you making, Mom?"

"The mutton and tomato soup, your fave..." Kathy said, tucking her hair behind her ear. And suddenly, she froze. "Uh, sweetheart, what y-... you like Dad's cooking or mine?"

"Dad's good. But if I have choice, I prefer yours." The girl answered without a thought.

Instead of smiling, Kathy stared the soup thoughtfully. "So, you think Olivia's gonna like it, too?"

"Of course she will! Oh, speak Olivia, Mom, I... I really worried about her. Why Dad doesn't let us see her?"

"We're gonna see her, babe," Kathy turned around, leaning against the counter, "as soon as she gets better, transferred to New York maybe. And we can bring her some REAL food."

Lizzie grinned, "Can't wait!"

Kathy smiled back, whispering in her own mind:

I can handle the man when I was Liz's age, and I can still handle him now.

Elliot almost felt the knob burning as his tense fingers sticking on it, hesitating about getting in or not.

Anyway, here he was, with eyes looking at everywhere but his partner.

Finally, his eyes "accidentally" peeped at the woman shifting miserably in the bed from time to time.

Elliot stopped his breath.

Instead of head wrapped in the thick heavy bandage before, now her one inch newly grown hair with its natural nut-brown color had been shown mostly, which making her looked like some… skinny teenage boy. Yeah, he knew she'd been losing weight quickly, but never expected it'd hit him this hard when standing right in front of her, seeing with his own eyes.

There was a long while Elliot didn't move an inch. His heart ached like being cut into pieces.

Is that really her?

But the sense of strangeness spreading in the air, disappeared as their eyes connected.

There.

Those brown eyes still felt like Olivia Benson, the woman he'd spent so much more time with than anyone else in his past 11 years, also, the woman he always didn't dare to hold her eyes for too long.

Though, there were differences.

Well, to be specifically, it was distance.

"Tha-anks ffor the sssoup."

He didn't expect Olivia would be the first one who broke the silence. And the "soup" cost him a little while to ring a bell.

"Oh, that. I heard it got you threw up." He grinned shyly, "Guess is it why you lost your appetite these days?"

Olivia shook head slightly, "It wa-was... nice."

"Ok, then, it must be Alex. I asked her not to tell you I made it."

"Ssshe didn't. I, I, knew it ffffrom the fir-irst sip." Olivia answered a little too quickly, only realizing the denying seemed making them more awkward.

"So, how are yyou dddoing?" She changed the topic.

"I'm good," he lied. "Gee, that supposed to be my line." He raised an eyebrow.

"Bet ttthe IAB… are all o-over you."

"Liv…" Elliot walked closer. "They're nothing. We got Tucker's ass too."

Olivia lowered her eyes.

Okay... she doesn't want to talk about this.

Elliot softened voice, "And, I'm fine, just suspended. Though..."

"What?"

This time, it was him, who escaped eyes away. Anyway, he wanted be honest to her, just like always.

"I'm gonna retire."

She looked shocking. Soon, the sadness, confusing and something he couldn't identify mixed in her eyes.

"Why?" It was barely a whisper.

His mouth half opened, but nothing came out.

You know why, dammit. Because I can't keep doing this after the terrible mistake I made, which nearly caused your life; because…

"... I can't do this without you..." it rushed out.

With those words echoing, Olivia heard her heart broke. She turned away, doing her best to hold the tears back.

Once upon a time, she thought about the day from time to time, the moment like this. What would it feel like; how would they react... But didn't know since when, this issue couldn't be touched anymore.

It was too damn painful to touch.

Until recently.

Recently, lying in the bed with bunch of boring time she had to kill, with the too damaged body torturing her, and the real world out of the hospital fading away day after day, Olivia started to be aware of one thing, that being a cop exactly meant how much to her. No, not only this, but being a cop partnered with him.

Damn him, for taking most of the space of her life in SVU, of her life.

And now, when she couldn't be Det. Benson anymore, couldn't live the old life, the only life she knew, anymore...

It hurt.

But, just as the first tear rolling down, some light of the reality shone into her heart.

You can't do this without me... Really?... No, it's not about me. Don't you know that we've lost each other before I say goodbye to SVU?

She let out a cold sad smile, "I'm NOT th-the rea-a-son of you being a cccop, El."

Elliot froze a while, before raised his voice a little, "Maybe. Maybe you're not the reason of the prelude, but too bad, seems you've becoming my entire... career,"

"Stop," she squeezed her eyes shut. Something inside her cracked, "ddon't... "taking a breath, Olivia managed to get her trembling voice in control, "I'm... gonna gggget rid of the pain, the ooold me, old life..." (andyou...)But she didn't say it. " ...I'm mmmoving on, El. You ne-need that, too."

Her voice sounded flat, even cold, which felt like a slap on Elliot's face.

"What's your point, Liv? Wh-" he paused, told himself not to yell. "Tell me, I know you wanna talk." he came to the bedside, holding her hand.

Olivia withdrew, shaking head slowly.

Elliot fisted his empty hand, wondering what did it mean, "can't believe you don't get it" or "don't touch me"?

When she reopened eyes, the tears were threatening to pour. "I..." she pressed lips together, as if searching for the right words or courage, "jus-... I... I, I wwwa-want..." she got emotional, stammering even worse.

"What you want, Olivia? Why you're doing... all the crazy things? You know you're in no shape for that kind of surgery now." Elliot reached hand out hesitantly, to wipe her tears.

"...jjjust ttell me, your opppi-opinion... 'bout the... abo-bortion."

He studied her face, only finding her tears ran down like some waterfall.

In a second, Elliot's entire heart melted into water.

He leaned forward, pulling her into his arms, whispered, "… I feel so, so sorry, Liv…"

This time, Olivia didn't resist. She cried hard, as hard as her lung could take, but quietly all the way. No matter how violently her body shaking with the sobs, making it how hard to breath, she kept sealing her sound deadly in the throat.

Meanwhile, her hand raised up, grasping his arm, and digging her desperate, hateful, sorrowful nails into his flesh deeply. She gripped, scratched and hit him time and time again…

Elliot granted teeth, not for the physical pain at all, but seeing the strongest woman he ever knew breaking down in his arms like this. At the same time, it also shocked him to sense the desperation, heartbreaking, even… hate coming from her fingers. He wondered if she felt too frustrated, guilty, shame or angry to fall apart in front of him.

"Ok… I know how hard it is… I know you're hurt…"

She pulled away a little, "No!" She slapped his chest, "El… tell mme, ddo you w-wwant me… ttto, to do it?"

"It doesn't matter what I think…"

"T-tell mme!" She cut him off with a glare.

Meeting her teary eyes, Elliot found them unreadable.

"Olivia, it's your baby, your responsibility. Don't you think I have no right to suggest anything at all? By the way I've known you'd ab-… do it long before you told me. We talked about this several times, remember? Okay, if you want my opinion… I'd say, no one knows better than me that how much shit an 'accidental' baby could bring to your life. I mean…" he added quickly, "…as a new mother, carrying a baby, in this… circumstances… it's going to mess up your life, make everything more complicated and… "

MY responsibility? ... to mess up my life or YOUR life?...

Looking back and forth between these blue eyes, thousand questions popped in her mind, but suddenly she lost every urge to ask anything.

"Too much things happened. You…" his eyes slid down to her legs. "… we got such a long road to go, Liv… But things are getting better. I, I heard you got the sensations on your legs back, right? You're in the right way, and you won't be alone. I promise. I'll always be here with you."

That's what "partners" do, right?

With a sad, stubborn smile crossing by the corner of her mouth, Olivia closed her eyes.

"I'm thinking... if you like... you can move in with me, in my own place, after you're discharged. You need someone to take care of, you know. I, I,"

She shook her head.

"Let me finish, please." He held her hand tight, "I just don't want you being alone, and you can't, live alone in maybe a period of long time."

"I can." She pulled her hand out, "I been al-lone for all mmmy damn li-life."

He scanned her eyes, "Is it really necessary to keep being so stubborn? Or, you got prob-... never mind." He looked away.

"Fuck...Why cccan't ya ju-just llleave me a-alone, Elliot? What yyyou want from me?" her voice cracked, "I'm NOT a cccop anymore! We're d-done. The o-old dddays we ha-have are DONE!" she yelled, gasping, with the unstoppable tears rushing down her face, "Go mmmmind your own fffam-li-lies, and sto-op botherin' me! I don-don't wwwant my life hhhhave an-anythin' to do with yyou!" she took a break, struggling for catching her breath, "We... the good t-time... we hhhave... in these e-e-ele-ven years... just," her eyes squeezed shut, and both her shaking hands grabbed on the sheet, "just... llleave it... iiiin the me-memory..."

Elliot dropped his jaw.

Don't want your life have anything to do with me. Really? Is it what it is?

Several times, he was about to cut her off, to say something, but only couldn't find his voice. He just took every slash coming from her words, feeling his heart bled out and cut to pieces.

"Ok," eventually, he lowered his head and whispered, seeing two tear-drops of his own dripping down to the ground, "whatever you want, you got it." He forced a smile, ignoring the bitter tears now tasted on his tongue, "I understand, you have every right to hate me. I do. What can I say? Things have gone this far... anyway, I still gonna say, I'm sorry, for everything I did and didn't do. I really am... and I know, I don't deserve your forgiveness. I, uh... " he hesitated for a while, but ended up turning around and heading out.

"But one thing I'm not sorry about," before pulling the door open, he stopped, "which is, giving my heart to you."

Holding breath, Elliot Stabler covered his mouth almost the same time as the door closing behind with a click.

He decided to leave, maybe as fast as he could, heading to the elevator straightly. Oh no, better the stairs. He didn't want to see any people any more.

And before realized it, he was running.

Running away from her.

Alex felt her heart skipped a beat while walking out of the lady's room.

Her eyes locked on the last man in the world she wanted to see, Lieutenant Ed Tucker, who was talking to Doc. Lee over the nurse station.

"What are you doing here, Lieutenant?" She made a beeline to the IAB guy.

"Counselor," Tucker didn't smile a little, "glad to see you here. Benson can't have the abortion so soon."

Alex looked at the Doc immediately.

"Don't look him," Tucker drew her attention back while the doctor lowered eyes, "he has to tell me about it."

"Because of what?"

"Because the babe she's carrying is the key evidence of this case. I've told her to wait 20 weeks so we can get the amniotic fluid for DNA test."

The ADA stepped forward, standing nearly toe to toe with him, "You told her, huh? Who the hell do you think you are? She is the victim here, so she has EVERY right to make the decision as long as the medical evaluation says yes! And don't play the law card with me, Tucker, you'll go down ugly."

"Oh, you wanna talk about the victim? Fine. Listen up, there're 7 dead girls lying in the morgue now! You ever considered the feeling of their parents? They want to know who the hell killed their baby girls!"

Alex's gut quivered. But almost the same time, Olivia's teary eyes popped in her mind.

"Tell you what?" Good. Her voice sounded cool, "You IAB rats are finding someone to take the responsibility of this fucked mission. And now you've got Stabler's ass, which means your job is done here." she took a breath, reminding herself not to yell, "You know better than me that no 'perfect crime' exists. There's always evidence out there. So just let the Feds do their job, the REAL police job for Christ's sake, instead of fucking with the victim time and time again!"

Tucker stared straightly into those blue eyes for a while, before leaning to her ear and whispering, "Why I got a feeling that you bitches are hiding something?"

"Screw you!"

Tucker chuckled and walked pass her, murmuring "It's not over."

Elliot found himself had been standing in the snowfield for God knew how long, reviewing nothing but all the sentences he just heard.

It echoed in his mind, time and time again.

So what? You gonna avoid her for the rest of your life? Or, you two turn to be some polite strangers? … Good thing is you can't hear her reaction far from here. Isn't that great?

God, he couldn't believe he actually say it out loud.

Fuck.

It couldn't be more ridiculous. All of these.

Life without her was ridiculous.

And the funny thing was, even the moment holding her lifeless body against his heart, he didn't feel so desperately... distant as he did now.

God, why he felt like losing her.

No, no, it's NOT like this.

He shook head in tears, rubbing his freezing numb face with both hands.

She's sick, she's in pain, she's about to lose the baby... she's NOT thinking clearly.

Isn't she?

His cellphone rang. The ID said Cragen.

"Hey, Captain?"

-"Listen, we gotta get Olivia back to new york."

"Wh- Is she ok?" his heartbeats quickened, "She was just fine when I..."

-"Relax, she's fine... It's- That son of a bitch sent his 'get well card'."

"What?"

Two days later

The surgery room

So, it was how it felt like, lying in the hard, cold operation-table, staring at the white ceiling, surrounded by a bunch of people who hid in their ice-color respirators and gowns.

And Jesus, this place was too fucking freezing, too white, too bright… Just like the woods. The snowfield...

She suddenly hated being conscious in this situation.

"Olivia? You ok?"

"Yeah." She nodded to the nurse, even managed a smile, "Ye-yes."

"Good. Now, I'm gonna give you something to make sure you won't feel pain. And considering the injury of your head, I can only do the local anesthesia, which means, a shot in your spine. Ok?"

"No." Olivia swallowed, "NO dddrugs."

Everyone looked at her.

The nurse squeezed her hand a little, "It's totally safe, not going to harm you."

"N-no."

"Miss," a male doctor in his thirtieth stepped over, "it's gonna be painful. Trust me, just take the shot."

"I c-can h-hhandle... don't wwant be... numb."

"Olivia..."

"You heard her," the doctor lowered his voice, "this one is 'special', remember? Don't push too hard, according to her doc."

Soon, Olivia felt someone touched her leg.

"Miss, relax, we need to set your legs up to the stand."

Ok, she knew what they were doing, and did appreciate the gentleness. But her entire body couldn't stop flinching.

"It's ok, don't move around, please."

The minute feeling her private place exposed, Olivia suddenly lose her hearing.

What's going on here? Where am I? Why is it so damn quiet and cold?

"Hey, you just can't wait to be fucked, can you?"

No, no, I've already out of the woods... It's not true...

But she felt him, right beside her face.

"Get the fuck off me!"

"SHUT UP!" he shouted, "I already did you, remember? God, you're so tight, wet, and sluty."

He laughed, with his tongue licking her ear and his hands rubbing her burning clit roughly.

"No, no... Don't do it... don't…!"

...

"Olivia! You still here?"

Suddenly, she heard the nurse.

"Doc, I think she's having the flashbacks!"

"Uh..." Olivia gasped and coughed, grabbing the nurse's hand immediately, "... mmmm... "

"Can you hear me? Breathe, yeah, in and out... Good... You're ok? Can we... Doctor, do you think we can go on?"

Olivia finally got her breath back. "I... I'm..." She sniffed, struggling for not let the tears down, though the tears had been all over her face. Honestly, her courage was cracking. Every inch of her body, especially the weak muscles of her legs, trembled like being electroshock, and her stomach was turning.

Yeah, being a SVU detective for over 11 years, nobody knew it better than her, what it was. The "Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder". Let alone, she had dealt with it couple years ago literally. However, all the things she learned from experience, were gone now, leaving her trapped helplessly in these flooding reactions of her body.

Anyway, she knew she had to do this.

"Go... on... "

"You sure? Olivia," the nurse whispered to her ear, "if you wanna change your mind, it's not too late."

Olivia clenched her teeth.

C'mon, you can beat this.

"Ke-keep g-g-goin'… hurry..."

" Hurry, huh?" The other nurse groaned, "It depends on you, Lady. You stop moving around, so we could possibly be quick."

"Sorry."

"Before the dilatation and curettage of uterine, your vulvae need to be sterilized, ok? which means, you'll feel a little cold."

But Olivia was just too busy of pulling herself together, to really catch what they said. For her, everything happened without any warning, like a horrible shock coming from nowhere.

Literally, as the sudden pouring of the cold iodophor touching her skin, Olivia almost jumped up.

She twitched violently, waving her arms in the air.

"What the f-... is the epileptic fit?" the doctor cursed, grasping Olivia's thighs immediately, "Hold her still! NOW!"

Everyone rushed up, pinning their patient down.

"Get her sedated?"

"No," the doc shook head, "she has the craniocerebral trauma. Tranquillizers could be risky. Put some gauze in her mouth, protect her tongue from being bit, turning her head aside, and," He frowned, glancing at Olivia, "...let it pass."

Out of the operation room, Alex sighed to see Elliot walking away, answering his fourth call in 20 minutes. From his face, she knew it must come from Kathy again.

And this time, when he hung up and turned back, she saw the "I have to go" in his eyes.

"Eliot, don't tell me you're leaving."

He masked in guilty. "I'm afraid..."

"Wh-... Is Kathy alright?"

"She, uh, she's not good, stomachache all the time. Damn, I feel like an ass..." he leaned back to the wall.

"Ok, if Kathy really needs you... Go." she took off her glasses, squeezed her sour eyes shut, "though, you're the first people Olivia wants to see after finishing this."

He turned his back to her, facing the wall, hadn't said anything for a long moment.

"Do you still want to divorce Kathy?"

Elliot felt his heart skipped a beat. This question was totally out of his expectation.

"Never mind." Alex looked away. "Go home, Elliot. I'll call you as soon as she's out."

"Kathy is in bad shape." He said, with his forehead on the wall, "She's been staying in bed for days. The pregnancy in her age is really tough." He let out a deep breath, "She's my wife, still, the mother of my kids, carrying my blood and flesh, Alex. I-I... don't know if I'm getting old or something... I feel like losing the ball to break my old life and rebuilt a new one. Especially after… you don't know how terrified I got whenever thinking, dreaming about what happened in that club..."

"So, I take it's a 'no' for my previews question?"

He turned around, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't want to talk about this with you."

"You don't or you don't know?"

"Damn, Alex, could you give me a break?"

Alex rose to her feet.

At the same time, Elliot's cellphone rang.

"Hey, Liz... what?... Take it easy and say it slowly, sweetheart... oh, uh...shit... has she taken her pills?... what? Ok, I'm on my way, baby. You call 911 now, and help her lie back in the bed, ok? Dad will call you back in a minute."

"Go, just go, I know." Alex sat back down, massaging her throbbing temple.

Elliot was about to said something, but ended up a sigh, standing there with his hands on his hips.

"Go... now, I'll call you as soon as she's out."

"Please tell her, I'm sorry..."

-5 minutes later-

Alex took a glance at her watch.

Damn, it's been only 30 minutes, but why feels like hours?

After Elliot left, she seemed to be the only one sitting in the hall, suddenly realized how quite the winter world was. Here was quite enough for her to even hear the wind and the heartbeats of her own.

Staring out the window, her mind drifted away.

So, what the tomorrow gonna be? Sure thing is, she'll recover, go home, retire... Right, retire. And she's gonna move on, continue to live her life...

Her life.

The word of "life" felt pale and unknown.

Alex blinked, mind turning blank.

"Is anyone waiting for Olivia Benson here?"

Suddenly, a nurse holding the door of operation room, called out.

"Yeah?"

Alex stood up, feeling her throat lost all the wetness.

"We need to stop the surgery. Could you come in to see her?"

Oh no…

She felt weak at the knees. "W-What does it mean? Is she..."

"Oh, don't worry. We've gotten her stabled now. But, if we want to cancel the abortion, we need the permission from the patient. And she's crying for something nobody can understand. So,"

Alex swallowed hard, feeling her heart slowly dropped back in place. "Yes... yes I'll see her."

But just as the first moment seeing Olivia, the blond's heart jumped up to beat in her throat, again.

Olivia was crying, shaking and coughing, with her both wrists tied on the table.

Alex made a bee line to her, kneeing down, holding Olivia's death-pale face with her shaking hands. "God... What the hell happened?..."

Olivia was murmuring something wearily, with sweat and tears all over her death-pale face.

Alex felt her blood rushed straightly upward. "Why the fuck did you tied her? Is this necessary?"

"Miss, she was having an epileptic fit..."

"So you guys just treat like a psycho? You cold blood fuckers!" Alex shouted, blinking her tears out, so she could see clearly and get Olivia's hands out.

"Honey, look at me. Everything's over now, you hear me? It's over."

As soon as her hand got free, Olivia grasped on Alex's hand. "Mmm, uuuhhmmm…."

"Say slowly, breath, breath," the blond gently raised Olivia's head a little up.

"I-I... " her voice was nearly inaudible.

Alex leaned closer, "take all the time you need, honey."

"Sto-t-top... ss-s-sorry-…ccan't..."

"Things are done here, I swear."

"E-El..." she squeezed on Alex's hand, with her eyes closing tightly, "dd-d-d-ddon't... ww… ge-… yya… tr-troub…"

She thinks I'm Elliot?

"Liv, it's me, Alex. Look at me."

But she seemed didn't even hear her, "… cc-c-an't... El… sor-r-... dd-don'-... m-mm-mean t-to..."

"What did she say?" the doctor asked.

"She said," Alex studied the woman in her arms.

Did she just say "El, don't want to get you in trouble… sorry, don't mean to…"?

What does this mean?

"Miss?"

"She said, she changed mind, doc. We are done here."

-TBC-

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