A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews on that last chapter! I know, I'm mean. I just wanted to see if people were still reading/liking the story!
"All you know is that Peter's been moved to the neurology wing?" Olivia asked angrily. "What do you mean that's all you—"
"Mrs. Dunham!" her nurse interrupted her cheerfully. "I just went to your room to tell you what I learned about your husband, but I see you left to get answers for yourself." She distastefully eyed Olivia's company, clearly annoyed at her patient's blatant lack of submission. "Let's get you back to your room, shall we? You should really get back on your IV drip, and we want you off your feet for the next twelve or so hours."
Olivia groaned inwardly. Since she'd been unconscious longer than a day, the thought of lying in a hospital bed with nothing to do until the following morning was absolutely abhorrent. Her nurse (whom Olivia learned was named Daisy) dropped her off at her room and reinserted Olivia's IV, then told Olivia that Peter had sustained a concussion as well, but his was more severe than hers had been. Peter had yet to regain consciousness, and if his condition didn't improve overnight, he may need a CT scan.
"The doctors are worried about any swelling or fluid buildup around his brain," Daisy had said gravely. "I don't have all the details, but I'm sure his attending physician can answer any questions you may have tomorrow."
Usually, Olivia relied on Peter to translate medical jargon, so she was fairly lost after Daisy's hurried explanation on his condition. She decided to sneak down to his floor and see him later on in the night, when Daisy wasn't so keen on watching her intently.
Picking up her phone, Olivia saw that she had a voicemail from Nina. She smiled warmly as Etta's high-pitched voice echoed in the receiver. "Hi Mommy! Aunt Nina says you and Daddy are still sleeping at the hospital cuz you don't feel good. I hope you feel better soon. We are having a 'girl's night in' and watching movies and painting our nails at Nina's house. I love you! Bye!" Etta's message was followed by the sound of the phone getting passed around.
"Hi Olivia," Nina's voice echoed into Olivia's ear, "When you get this message, feel free to give me a call. Etta is doing very well. We're both worried about you and Peter. If you need anything like clothes, toiletries, or something to do, let me know. Etta and I can stop by during visiting hours, or I can send your things in a car if you need it sooner. Love you, Olive. Hope you're doing well. Bye," Nina finished, hanging up the phone.
After finishing the message, Olivia called Nina right back.
"Olive! You're awake!" Nina exclaimed.
"Hi Nina," Olivia said with a chuckle. "Yeah, I woke up about an hour ago. How's Etta doing?"
"She's doing very well. She went to bed a few of hours ago. We came up to visit you this afternoon, but you and Peter both were still unconscious. How are you feeling, dear? The doctors said you had suffered a concussion?"
Olivia cleared her throat, "I have a headache, of course. And a little bit of dizziness, but other than that, I'm doing alright. They've put me on mandatory bed rest until my head physician comes in to check on me tomorrow morning, which is annoying. There's no way I'm going to get any sleep tonight, considering I've done nothing but sleep for over 24 hours."
"Sorry, Olive. Is there anything you'd like me to send over tonight? Movies or something to keep you occupied?"
"You wouldn't happen to have my laptop, would you? I'd like to get some work done if I can."
"Olivia," Nina said firmly, "you've had a traumatic brain injury. The Bureau doesn't want you investigating cases until your symptoms have stopped and you've been cleared for duty."
Olivia groaned in frustration, "I'm not planning on going on a raid. I just want to read the reports on what happened on Liberty Island to get a better grasp of what's going on."
"I will bring up your computer when the Bureau okays it," Nina replied, not giving an inch. "Until then, is there anything else you'll need tomorrow? Clothes?"
"Yeah, if you could bring me a couple different outfits that'd be great," Olivia grumbled, annoyed with Nina's persistence. "Some shower stuff would be nice, too. Also, Etta."
"Well obviously I'm going to bring your daughter with me," she chuckled, "I don't think she'd let me go without her. She can be sort of stubborn that way," Olivia could almost hear Nina's smile over the phone, "I wonder where she gets that?"
"No idea, probably from Peter. He can be that way, too. Super annoying for me to deal with, really," Olivia answered dryly.
"Right. Couldn't be from her mother who refuses to stop working even when she's in the hospital."
"Of course not," Olivia smiled. "I should let you go. What time will you be in tomorrow?"
"I can be there around 10:00 if that works best for you?"
"Ten is perfect," Olivia confirmed. "Good night, Nina. Thank you for everything. Love you."
"Love you too, dear. Good night."
Olivia hung up her phone and flopped back on her hospital bed, immediately regretting the action when a sharp pain drove through the back of her head. She had some time to kill before she tried to sneak out of her room once more. She decided to wait at least an hour, incase Nurse Daisy was nearby.
As she lay in bed, Olivia stared up at the ceiling. She wanted to go home, she wanted her husband to be awake, and she wanted her daughter. As anyone who was familiar with Olivia Dunham knew, she was no good at sitting around. Few things frustrated her more than being sentenced to bed rest. She had thought those days were behind her after Etta was born, so she was quite dismayed at her current situation.
She found a copy of the day's paper on her nightstand and decided to flip through it to kill time, laughing humorlessly when she saw reports of a "controlled military experiment" which took place on Liberty Island the day before. Despite the widespread panic it may cause, Olivia often thought her job would be easier if Fringe Division could operate out in the open like they did in the other universe. Instead of covering up their tracks with half-heartedly crafted excuses which conspiracy theorists saw right through, they could just give the public real (albeit, often vague) explanations.
Olivia checked the clock in her hospital room and saw that it was after 1:00 a.m., so she got out of bed and begrudgingly dragged her IV pole with her into the hall, since Daisy would undoubtedly be suspicious she'd violated her orders to stay in bed if she once again removed her IV. Plus, the medication did seem like it was working; her headaches weren't making her too dizzy anymore.
Olivia peeked into the hallway and saw the nurse's station was empty. She wheeled her IV pole towards the nearest elevators as quietly as she could and made it onto the elevator without encountering anyone. Following the signs posted at various hallway intersections, she navigated to the neurology wing. This wing was not nearly as deserted as Olivia's; three nurses were in the main hallway of the wing checking charts, working on the computer and talking on the nurse's station phone. Olivia wasn't too worried about getting caught off her bed rest mandate; the order was not emblazoned on her forehead. Besides, what could the nurses do anyway? Reprimand her and take her back to her room? She figured even if she did get caught, the nurses would likely just be annoyed with her as a disobedient patient, it's not like she was in any real trouble.
Olivia continued down the hall, looking like she knew exactly where she was going, so the nurses wouldn't bother her.
When Olivia got to Peter's room, she took a deep breath, and swiftly ducked in the dark room. When she looked up at the sight in front of her, she gasped.
A/N: So... Sorry about this ending. I know how much everyone just loves cliffhangers. But I couldn't resist!