One Thin Thread
Summary: Olivia's injures were much more severe in "Fault". EO. Definitely contains "Fault" spoilers.
Disclaimer: I think overly obsessed fans like myself should share in the right to Dick Wolf's characters. Sadly, we do not, so…
Author's Note: I apologize if the first chapter's short, but I wanted to get it up before I left for Myrtle Beach (at an insanely early hour in the morning tomorrow...). Ten plus hours on a bus. I'll have an update as soon as I get back.
Olivia Benson did not see him coming. She was not expecting it to happen. She should have anticipated that Gitano would do something to her. She knew of his obsession with blood. She saw the knife in his hands. She had no time to react.
Before she knew what hit her, Olivia was on the ground. Blood gushed out from a wound on the left side of her neck. Her vision was blurred. Within seconds, she was unconscious. She never knew what hit her.
Elliot Stabler saw the attack. He was not focused on anything else. There were only people between him and Olivia. Without thinking, he started pushing his way through the crowd. "Olivia!" he yelled as he continued shoving his way towards her. There was a crowd of people surrounding her, but they were just staring. They were not helping. Elliot was furious with them, and he did not care that he was being rude to them. "Olivia, no," he whispered as he knelt down next to her body. He picked her up and supported her head in his lap. He quickly pulled the corner of his shirt up and held it firmly over her neck.
"Olivia, you have to hang on," he whispered as he applied more pressure to her wound. He overheard one of the people in the crowd calling 911.
This should not be happening. Not to Olivia. She did not need his rescuing. She did not need anyone coming to rescue her. He had always viewed her as a strong and independent person, but as he held her body, he realized that she was not. She was vulnerable now. She was losing blood rapidly, and his shirt was doing little to stop it.
He swallowed hard as tears dwelled in his eyes. Her blood was rolling onto her shirt and his pants. There was so much of it. Olivia was dying. The paramedics had to hurry.
The world around him was quiet. His energy was focused solely on Olivia. Her pulse was fading. "Liv, no," he begged her. "Please, don't do this to me. I need you."
Fin had walked down back to where Elliot and Olivia were. He saw the crowd standing and watching. He knew that Ryan was already dead. Gitano had taken the little girl with him. He did not know what all the fuss was about. He absent-mindedly held up his badge as he walked through the crowd. He gasped as he saw Olivia and Elliot. He quickly rushed over towards one of the kiosks and grabbed a T-shirt from it. He hurried back to the two detectives and handed the shirt to Elliot.
Elliot thanked him as he took the shirt and wrapped it around Olivia's neck like a tourniquet. He heard the ambulance sirens approaching. Within seconds, he heard the patter from the paramedics' feet as they rushed towards the crowd. The crowd parted and gave the paramedics room to transport Olivia to a stretcher. They quickly rushed out of there. Orders were already being yelled. Elliot only stood there in shock.
Fin turned to Elliot. "Go," he whispered. "I'll take care of this."
Elliot nodded and thanked Fin again. He rushed to follow the paramedics. He crawled into the ambulance and took Olivia's hand. "You're in good hands, Liv. You can fight this. Please."
The first paramedic glanced tragically back at the second. "Where are we going?" she whispered as she examined Olivia's wound. The bleeding had slowed down dramatically from when she was initially stabbed, but there was still bleeding.
The second exhaled. "I don't honestly think it will matter."
