Chapter 4
November 14, 2005
8:00 AM
Roosevelt Memorial Hospital
Room 222
Elliot sat by her bed, holding her hand. She looked so peaceful, just like she was sleeping. Only he couldn't wake her up. The room was adorned with flowers from Cragen, Munch, Fin, and a load of other cops.
"Wake up, Liv, please, wake up," he begged, "I need you. Please wake up."
No response. A silent tear rolled down his cheek as he gripped her hand tighter. He closed his eyes. After a moment, he heard a whispered,
"Elliot?"
He opened his blue eyes, only to be met with her brown ones. "Liv," he said huskily.
"Where am I?" she asked, glancing around.
"You're in the hospital. You were shot. Do you remember?" he said.
"Yeah, it's coming back to me now," Olivia said.
Then the doctor walked in, and, upon seeing his patient awake, he smiled. "Good to see you conscious," he said. He walked over to the bed, checked her vitals, and then spoke.
"One bullet grazed your arm, nothing a couple of stitches didn't fix. However, the other bullet punctured your right lung, and caused massive internal bleeding and hemorrhaging. We were able to patch it up. You've been in a coma for two days." he paused, then continued.
"I expect you to make a full recovery, but you'll need to take it easy for 3-4 weeks, to make sure you don't pull the stitches in your chest or your arm. You'll also need someone to stay with you, to make sure there are no…complications. So you'll need to make arrangements," he finished, and walked to the door, then he turned and said,
"Also, Olivia, 'taking it easy' means no work-"
"What about paperwork?" she interrupted.
"No work…period." he said smiling. "I'll be in later to check on everything." he said, walking out.
"I'll stay with you," Elliot said.
"El, you don't have to-"
"Yes, I do." he said.
"OK," she said, and, gripping his hand, she looked into his eyes. From that moment they knew everything was going to be ok. They were partners, after all.
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