"Olivia, everything is going to be ok. I promise you," Elliot said as he sat down in the bus.
"Excuse me Detective but I need to check out your arm," the paramedic said. Elliot flashed him a glare. He was trying to comfort Olivia the last thing he cared about was his arm. Elliot moved forward toward Olivia.
"Please Detective sit back. You've lost a lot of blood," the paramedic said patiently.
Olivia finally spoke up in a strong voice, "Damn it El. Let him look at your arm."
"See she's feeling better," the paramedic who was working on her said, "got quite a concussion though."
"Well I wasn't shot," Olivia said. She still couldn't move but the affects of the incrystalline was still there.
"It's only a flesh wound," Elliot said back.
"It's quite a flesh wound," the patient paramedic said. Then the other one started to panic, "Detective Benson you need to stay awake! Detective! She's drifted off!"
"What!" Elliot moved towards Olivia and put his hand on her shoulder and shook it.
"Olivia wake up. Don't do this now. Come on Liv! Liv!"
She didn't respond. They reached the hospital and opened the bus doors. "What do we have here?" the E.R. doc said. Elliot didn't hear a word they were saying. He was just focused on Olivia, until someone started to hold him back.
"Detective, you cannot go in there," a woman's voice said. Elliot watched as the doctors took Olivia into a room with double doors.
"Olivia! Wake up!" Elliot said as he tried to go forward. The nurse finally got his attention.
"Detective, please come with me. You need to get stitches," she said as she stood in his line of view of Olivia. He was to concerned for Olivia to even care that he was shoot.
"Is she going to be ok?" he asked.
"We don't know right now, but you have to come with me to another room and let the doctors do their job."
Elliot couldn't help but still look towards Olivia's room. Then his vision started to blur and double. He felt lightheaded, but he desperately tried to gain composer. The nurse turned Elliot towards the direction she wanted and he started to walk. It wasn't long until his world was spinning and he came crashing down to the floor.
Elliot woke up the next morning to find himself in a hospital bed with his arm in a sling trying to remember what happened.
"Dad?" a voice of a young woman said.
"Maureen?" Elliot answer looking up. He saw his daughter getting up from a chair. She had a bandage around her arm.
"How are you feeling Dad?" Maureen asked.
"Honestly, confused," he answered back, "what happened to your arm?"
"I had to give you blood," she answered.
All the events came flooding back to him. "Olivia!" he said as he tried to get the I.V. bag off its hook so he could go to her. Maureen walked to her dad and grabbed his hand.
"Dad, you can't," she said trying to make him lie down.
"How is Olivia? What room is she in?"
"She's not here Dad," Maureen said with tears in her eyes.
"What happened?" he said in a solemn tone. Maureen sat at the edge of his bed still holding her dad's hand. She didn't want to tell him. Cragen said he was going to, but Elliot woke up sooner than they thought. She just looked down at his hand she was holding and was about to explain what happened.
"No she's not," Elliot said before she could say a word. He stared at her.
"She passed away about an hour after you brought her in," she said in a shaky voice.
Elliot's world stood still. He was able to register this thought.
"This isn't happening," he said unable to move or blink.
Then Cragen walked inside his room. Maureen looked up at him but Elliot still sat there with a blank face.
"Elliot?" that's all Cragen could think of to say.
"It's my fault. I should have gone with her. She insisted she'd be fine," Elliot said still in shock.
"Dad, it's not your fault," Maureen said finally making eye contact with him.
"I should have gone with her!" he shouted as he finally looked at Cragen.
"Elliot it's not your fault," Cragen said.
"Did we at least catch the bastard?"
Cragen looked down at the ground and then back at Elliot, "No, we didn't."
Dun dun dun... cliff hanger. Don't worry I won't leave you hanging for long.