As Munch was pouring the coffee from the pot, he began to wonder what life would be like if Olivia was to die. Elliot would never be custom to adjusting to a new partner. Even though her and Fin never agreed on very many things, they were close. The day he was shot, she was a wreck. She blamed herself for it, not even Elliot could convince her otherwise.
"Ouch." he muttered as he finally noticed he was pouring coffee on his hand instead of inside the cup. He sighed then wondered why he sucked at everything that had to do with coffee.
The coffee he makes would always turn out tasting like mud.
He chuckled softly to himself. He then sighed again.
He put the pot down and threw away the coffee cup he was holding, of course it had nothing in it,
since none of the coffee made it in. He started to make his way to the room Olivia was in. Before he went in he looked through the window.
Everyone had gone home except Elliot, of course.
Munch knew why they had gone home, it was the same reason he had left the room about an hour ago.
I was gone an hour? He thought to himself, he obviously got caught up in his own thoughts.
A nurse then slowly approached him.
"I'm sorry sir visiting hours are over." she said in a soft voice.
"I was going just going to tell him that." Munch said pointing to Elliot through the window.
"I would... but maybe you would like to?" she said.
"Sure" Munch responded.
He opened the door once the nurse had walked away.
"Elliot visiting hours are over... maybe you should go see your kids. You know Liv wouldn't want you blaming yourself."
Elliot didn't respond, instead he just sighed.
"Come on I'll give you a lift home." munch offered him in the most sincere voice he could.
Slowly but reluctantly he got up from his chair and walked out the door.