Lost

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Summary: See chapter 1

Unasnswerable Questions

"Hi Olivia. I'm Dr. George Huang. I'm a physiatrist, and a friend of yours. I want to talk to you, if you're ready." George said as he entered Olivia's room. Elliot had just left, and told him how bad her memory loss was.

"Yeah, sure." Olivia answered meekly.

"First, I want to talk to you about how this whole ordeal is making you feel." Huang asked as he pulled a chair up to Olivia's bed.

"Umm…" Olivia began. "Frustrated." She finally answered. "I mean, I'm trying so hard to remember something, but there's nothing there. When Elliot told me that my mother was dead, I wanted so bad to feel sad, to feel something, but there was nothing. Then I thought that maybe, when I saw my husband, it would all come back. I talked to him though; and he was the first face I saw when I woke up, and there was nothing there. He's just a stranger to me." She finished, her voice cracking. ""I don't know who I am."

"I want to try something with you." George continued. "Close your eyes, and try to relax for a moment."

Olivia did as she was told. She was much more open to George now that she had no clue who he was.

"Now, I want you to clear your mind." George went on. "Do you see anything?" He asked.

"All I see is the black of my eyelids Doctor." Olivia answered.

"Okay, try to picture something, anything." George went on in a soothing tone. "What are you picturing?"

"Ahhh, my hospital room." Olivia said. "It's all I can think of." She said quietly.

"Okay." George answered sadly. "Let's try something else."

He walked over to his bag, and took out a pad of paper and a pencil. "I want you to draw me a picture Olivia." He instructed.

Olivia looked at him like he was crazy. "I may not know who I am Doctor, but it was myunderstanding that I was and adult. You want me to draw you a picture?" Olivia asked him in a tone that let him know she was still the same Olivia.

"First of all, call me George." Huang smiled. "Second of all, yes. I do expect you to draw me a picture. Your subconscious mind still has all your memories; we just need to unlock them. By drawing, you'll let the part of your brain that still has the memories come out, and that may help you regain your past." He explained, handing the paper and pencil to Olivia.

"Fine, what do you want me to draw?" Olivia asked, still not one hundred percent happy with what she had to do.

"Draw me a picture of a house." Huang began.

Olivia put the pencil to the paper, and drew a two story house, with four windows, a triangular roof, and a door in the center. She handed it to Huang when she was finished.

"Good, now, I want you to draw me a family." He instructed.

Olivia again began to draw. She drew a stick father, mother, daughter, and son. "Well, we know art wasn't my forte." Olivia chuckled as she handed the crude drawing to the psychiatrist. "What's next?" She asked.

"Draw me, a day at work." Huang instructed.

Olivia knew that she was a cop, so she drew a stick figure of herself, with a badge, holding a gun, and chasing a perp.

"Next I want you to draw a vacation." George asked.

Olivia again set the pencil to the paper. She drew a stick couple in bathing suits sitting on the beach with drinks in their hands.

"Okay, Olivia, now I want you to draw me your interpretation of love." Huang ordered.

Olivia thought for a moment, and than drew a stick man, holding hands with a stick woman. They were standing next to a tree with a heart carved into it.

"Finally, can you draw me what you think your biggest fear would be?" George asked.

This one was tough. What was her biggest fear? Olivia wondered.

She drew a stick man, lying dead on the ground, and bleeding. There was a stick woman standing over him, crying.

"Alright Olivia. That's all for today. You did great." George smiled. "Hopefully we'll be able to work over the next few days to get that memory of yours back!" He said.

"Thanks doc... umm, I mean George." Olivia smiled.

Huang left the room and returned to Elliot and the others in the hall.

"So, anything?" Elliot asked eager to hear any news.

"Well, I had her draw some pictures for me; and this is what I got." George answered, showing the drawings. "Now, the first few unfortunately aren't very promising. The house and the family appear to be the typical view of what a house and family should be. They're not hers." He said somberly.

"What about the other ones?" Casey asked.

"Well, the one that depicts her career seems pretty true to life, but we told her that she was a cop. The only thing I did notice was that the perp she's chasing in the picture is wearing a dark shirt. Brent was wearing a black shirt in the interrogation room." Huang continued.

"So, that's good, right?" Fin asked.

"It's a small sign." Huang answered, not wanting to jump the gun. "The one ofa vacation also shows smallpositive signs." Huang continued. "You see the bathing suit? Shedrewa belt buckle on the bottoms." He pointed out.

"Oliva just boughtanew suit with a buckle on it." Casey informed the group.

"Now, the last two drawingsare the most promising." Huang cut back in."I asked Olivia to draw her interpretations of love and fear. For love, she drew two people and a tree with a heart on it. For fear, she drew a man lying dead." George showed the group the drawings.

Elliot gently took hold of Olivia's picture of Love. "I know that tree." He stammered.

"What tree?" Huang asked.

"The one in the picture." Elliot answered, looking at Huang. "Olivia carved our names in a tree in central park."

"What does that mean?" Munch asked.

"It could mean a few things. The first is that Olivia simply connected carving names on a tree with love early on. Or, it could mean that her strongest memories are with you Elliot. That could be the key to helping her recover." George answered.

"What should I do then?" Elliot asked. He desperately wanted his wife back.

"I think that you should take her home when they release her. The familiarity will be good for her. Take her to all her favorite places. I'm goung to want to continue sessions with her though." George began. He turned his head to face Cragen. "Don, if you'll agree to it, I think that Olivia should go to the precinct. Most of her life is spent there, and, being that it was the location of the attack, it may trigger something." He finished.

"Okay." Cragen said. "Whatever you think will help her."

TBC... I just love leaving you guys wondering!