As Munch lay awake in bed he couldn't help but wonder if Olivia was gonna be okay. These thoughts were wearing him down. He refused to believe she wasn't coming back.
He decided to go and try to visit Liv in the hospital.
It was the only way he was going to get any sleep. And he knew it.
HOSPITAL
not many people were at the hospital, considering it was about one in the morning.
He found his way to Olivia's room.
"I'm sorry sir no one is allowed in patients rooms right now.
"Please?" Munch pleaded.
She gave him a sympathetic smile and said,"all right, but don't tell anyone."
They both chuckled.
She then walked away.
Munch sighed and opened the door.
"Hey Liv." he said. He received no answer. Just sounds from the monitors.
He sat down in a chair and stared at the still figure lying on the bed.
"You know, I really miss you." he said.
He still received nothing close to a response.
He took her hand in his, he then gave it a tight squeeze.
He gazed at her. He then started talking to her.
"I'm gonna tell you a story explaining why I hate those demonic little mouse killers you call cats."
"When I was 11 years old, my grandmother had this little grey cat that would always follow her.
His name was Smokey. One day she came home and Smokey was lying on the floor sleeping.
She tried to feed him, but he wouldn't eat, so she tried making him play with his favorite chew toy, he wouldn't move.
So she took him to a vet, who discovered Smokey had a lung illness and would suffer a great deal at death. She was too stubborn and took him home. He was all right through the night.
She went to the store that morning only to come home to a dead cat.
She loved that cat like the world. When I saw the look of hurt in her eyes, I just decided I hate cats. Whenever I see one I think of her." he laughed at his own story, it wasn't supposed to be tragic story, but rather a humorous, sad little tale.
Munch was still holding on to her hand when he felt a squeeze. He at first thought he had squeezed her hand until he felt another squeeze.
"Liv? Liv is that you? Oh my god... Liv wake up!"
Her eyes fluttered open. "Munch?" she said weakly with a wince of pain.
"Liv!" oh my god, we thought you weren't gonna wake up. God your alive!"
A nurse then opened the door. "Sir you are gonna ha- oh my, miss Benson your awake!"
"Let me get a doctor in here." she said full of shock. With that she left for a doctor.
"Liv your gonna be all right" he sighed. He sat back in his chair with a grin still holding her hand. She also had a smile on her face, they just gazed at each other before he got up and hugged her teary eyed.