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Olivia struggled to remember the dream that had woken her up. All that she could manage was the darkness, the pressure around her; and the fear. It had conquered all other feelings both in the dream and now that she was awake.
She turned the bedside lamp on, then turned on the TV, not to watch, but just to hear the comfort of hearing something other than her own breathing; still ragged from the dream. She absently picked at the intravenous needle that was still imbedded in the back of her hand. She had been awake for about a month, but she was still in the hospital due to panic attacks that would leave her not able to breathe, and the fact that she couldn't keep any solid food down; hence the increasingly annoying needle.
Her memory had slowly but surely come back, all except for that one elusive memory about her attack. She dreamt about it every night, but had yet to remember the details of one of the terrifying dreams.
She jumped when the night nurse opened the door. The nurse smiled an apology then entered the room, holding up a thermometer and a blood pressure gage. Olivia sighed then waved her in, grateful for once that it wasn't the more talkative daytime nurse. She didn't want to hear anything, save the overzealous TV infomercials . She glanced over the nurse arm at the digital clock beside her bed. The red numbers read 6:57.She was somewhat proud of herself. It was the longest that she had been able to sleep since she had been in the hospital.
The door creaked open again and she looked up to see Elliot in the doorway. The nurse also looked up and frowned at Elliot, "Visiting hours don't start until 8:00."
Elliot flashed his badge at the young lady, and she grateful for not having to enforce the rules, went busily back to updating Olivia's chart. As soon as the nurse left Elliot made himself comfortable in the chair beside Olivia and looked up at the TV, "I hear that those come in neon colors now."
Olivia looked at Elliot, and could tell that he was worried about her lack of sleep, but he didn't ask her about the demons that hunted her dreams, and she was glad that he didn't. He understood that she would tell him when she was ready. She followed his line of vision up to see George Foreman avidly spouting information about his new and improved grill.
They sat in silence for a while, She grateful for his presence and he wondering how he was going to start a conversation that would eventually lead to what was keeping her up at night. She saved him the anxiety, "I've been---uh---dreaming about what-happened." Her voice was low, barely audible over the cheerful TV announcer. Elliot leaned forward, not sure as to what to do. He watch her pick at the IV needle, a habit she picked up here, usually when she was nervous or bored; but he had never seen her concentrate so hard on it.
He realized a second later that she was concentrating on it to keep her from crying. He gently pulled her hand away and held it in his, trying to catch her eye, "Livia, it's ok, you can cry."
Her eyes, a lighter chocolate than he was used to due to tears, met his, "It's not! I'm not like this! I hate being like this! I'm helpless and I can't help them catch the man that did this to me! I can't eat, I can't sleep, Damnit, there are times when I can't breathe because I'm scared he's gonna come back for me! I hate being scared! I hate letting him control my life like this!" She broke off in sobs, collapsing into Elliot's arms. He moved from the chair to the side of the bed, and shifted Olivia into what he hoped was a more comfortable position.
She wasn't crying out of sadness, he knew. Her tears were from anger and frustration, and there was nothing that he could do for her. He was having a hard time dealing with his own frustration. Fin and Munch were getting no where. There was no physical evidence in the apartment, without a rape kit there was no way to get any information off of Liv.
He felt her body stop shaking with sobs as she slowly sat up, wiping tears off of her face. "You feel any better?"
She nodded slowly, " I just want it to be over, you know? Want my life to be normal again."
"Do you remember anything about the dreams?" He had to ask, the question had been burning at him for to long to hold it in.
"No! I don't remember anything!" Her voice elevated in a new wave of anger.
"Liv. Calm down, it's ok. Close your eyes and calm down." She followed his instructions and seconds later her eyes, bright with sudden remembrance, shot open, "My eyes! Elliot he had my eyes! Same color, shape, size, everything! Oh my God! What if." She didn't finish the thought, but she didn't have to for him to understand what she was implying. He flashed back to the apartment, the message above the bed. Olivia's rapist had to be the same person who raped her mother over 30 years ago.
Author's note: It may be a minute before I post again, so please bear with me.I'm not sure how to get where I'm gonna go from here...but while I'm trying to figure this out if anyone is also into the Matrix, check that story out that I'm gonna post soon [yeah yeah...shameless in the media area...lol].Thanx for the patience and the reviews!!! ~Brandi
Revelations
Olivia struggled to remember the dream that had woken her up. All that she could manage was the darkness, the pressure around her; and the fear. It had conquered all other feelings both in the dream and now that she was awake.
She turned the bedside lamp on, then turned on the TV, not to watch, but just to hear the comfort of hearing something other than her own breathing; still ragged from the dream. She absently picked at the intravenous needle that was still imbedded in the back of her hand. She had been awake for about a month, but she was still in the hospital due to panic attacks that would leave her not able to breathe, and the fact that she couldn't keep any solid food down; hence the increasingly annoying needle.
Her memory had slowly but surely come back, all except for that one elusive memory about her attack. She dreamt about it every night, but had yet to remember the details of one of the terrifying dreams.
She jumped when the night nurse opened the door. The nurse smiled an apology then entered the room, holding up a thermometer and a blood pressure gage. Olivia sighed then waved her in, grateful for once that it wasn't the more talkative daytime nurse. She didn't want to hear anything, save the overzealous TV infomercials . She glanced over the nurse arm at the digital clock beside her bed. The red numbers read 6:57.She was somewhat proud of herself. It was the longest that she had been able to sleep since she had been in the hospital.
The door creaked open again and she looked up to see Elliot in the doorway. The nurse also looked up and frowned at Elliot, "Visiting hours don't start until 8:00."
Elliot flashed his badge at the young lady, and she grateful for not having to enforce the rules, went busily back to updating Olivia's chart. As soon as the nurse left Elliot made himself comfortable in the chair beside Olivia and looked up at the TV, "I hear that those come in neon colors now."
Olivia looked at Elliot, and could tell that he was worried about her lack of sleep, but he didn't ask her about the demons that hunted her dreams, and she was glad that he didn't. He understood that she would tell him when she was ready. She followed his line of vision up to see George Foreman avidly spouting information about his new and improved grill.
They sat in silence for a while, She grateful for his presence and he wondering how he was going to start a conversation that would eventually lead to what was keeping her up at night. She saved him the anxiety, "I've been---uh---dreaming about what-happened." Her voice was low, barely audible over the cheerful TV announcer. Elliot leaned forward, not sure as to what to do. He watch her pick at the IV needle, a habit she picked up here, usually when she was nervous or bored; but he had never seen her concentrate so hard on it.
He realized a second later that she was concentrating on it to keep her from crying. He gently pulled her hand away and held it in his, trying to catch her eye, "Livia, it's ok, you can cry."
Her eyes, a lighter chocolate than he was used to due to tears, met his, "It's not! I'm not like this! I hate being like this! I'm helpless and I can't help them catch the man that did this to me! I can't eat, I can't sleep, Damnit, there are times when I can't breathe because I'm scared he's gonna come back for me! I hate being scared! I hate letting him control my life like this!" She broke off in sobs, collapsing into Elliot's arms. He moved from the chair to the side of the bed, and shifted Olivia into what he hoped was a more comfortable position.
She wasn't crying out of sadness, he knew. Her tears were from anger and frustration, and there was nothing that he could do for her. He was having a hard time dealing with his own frustration. Fin and Munch were getting no where. There was no physical evidence in the apartment, without a rape kit there was no way to get any information off of Liv.
He felt her body stop shaking with sobs as she slowly sat up, wiping tears off of her face. "You feel any better?"
She nodded slowly, " I just want it to be over, you know? Want my life to be normal again."
"Do you remember anything about the dreams?" He had to ask, the question had been burning at him for to long to hold it in.
"No! I don't remember anything!" Her voice elevated in a new wave of anger.
"Liv. Calm down, it's ok. Close your eyes and calm down." She followed his instructions and seconds later her eyes, bright with sudden remembrance, shot open, "My eyes! Elliot he had my eyes! Same color, shape, size, everything! Oh my God! What if." She didn't finish the thought, but she didn't have to for him to understand what she was implying. He flashed back to the apartment, the message above the bed. Olivia's rapist had to be the same person who raped her mother over 30 years ago.
Author's note: It may be a minute before I post again, so please bear with me.I'm not sure how to get where I'm gonna go from here...but while I'm trying to figure this out if anyone is also into the Matrix, check that story out that I'm gonna post soon [yeah yeah...shameless in the media area...lol].Thanx for the patience and the reviews!!! ~Brandi
