Disclaimer: Law and Order: SVU and its affiliated characters are the property of Dick Wolf, NBC, and USA Network. Probably. What I know for sure is that they aren't mine.
Author's Notes: Sorry it's been so long. This story may take the rest of my natural life to complete. No. I'm going to make a genuine effort to finish it while I'm in high school. I'm going to try to update more often, I've just been a bit tied up. Also, sorry this is so short.
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The internal debate raged, open her eyes and see what was going on, where she was, who was nearby, and risk anyone in the vicinity knowing she was conscious, or just keep playing dead. Well, not dead, just out cold. Out cold, and from the feel of it, rather badly beaten. Her side hurt when she breathed, every time, and there was a definite, grinding pain radiating from her shoulder joint. She tried, once or twice to move her left arm, not much, not enough to alert anyone to her consciousness, just enough to see if she could, and the attempt was met with radiating pains so severe she nearly cried out. So it was dislocated or broken, hopefully the former. She was naked and laying on a bare wood floor.
As she finished taking inventory of her aches and pains, Olivia decided she had broken some ribs on the left side, though she had no idea how many, dislocated her left shoulder, or maybe broken her hummers, but couldn't tell which from her current position, and over all, been badly beaten just about everywhere.
Finally, she opened her eyes and waited for the world to come into focus. She was alone, in an attic, dusty and warm. Shit, where was Alex? The window was barred. She couldn't open the heavy oak door. Locked in. There was an old mirror, full length, in the corner. An old doll house, some boxes labeled 'photo albums', 'taxes', 'records,' nothing of interest. Nothing of use. Some old chairs were stacked against another wall.
She stood up. She fell back down and yelped. How had she overlooked a twisted knee? Again, much more carefully, she brought herself up to her feet. She was no doctor, but a quick look in the mirror told her the shoulder was dislocated. Well, at least it wouldn't need a cast, she just needed someone to reduce it.
There was someone at the door, unlocking it. At the last minute, she decided it was probably safer to be perceived as unconscious. She sprawled out on the floor, eyes closed and waited.
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