Comatose

By. Tria

Rated: T

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the law and order svu characters. I got the statics about comas from a website online postgraduate medicine online.

Note: sorry its been so long since I posted but life is really crazy, and now I have to get ready for important tests and my senor paper so I'll try to keep writing, but no promises.

Chapter 2

Elliot's POV

God Damn it, every muscle in body feels like its on fire. I haven't opened my eyes yet and I have no idea where I am. I hear voices and beeping, and hmm is that Cragen I hear. I open my eyes and blink and the bright lights. I can taste the distinctive copper taste of blood in my mouth, I reach and my swollen lip. What the hell happened. Just then I hear footsteps approach the bed that I was laying in.

"Elliot?" I look up to see that captain. He face looks warn, like he's been through hell and back. His eyes are dark and he looks like he'd been crying. "Howya feeling. Its good to see you awake." He gives a small half hearted smile.

"I'm not really sure sir. What the hell happened?" I ask

Cragen sighs before he start to talk. "You were in an accident Elliot, while chasing Matt Sanders. The doctors say that your injuries are minor, just bumps and scraps."

I take a minute for the information to set it, then like a train the memories hit me, hard. I nearly jump up out a bed, despite the protest my body provides. The vison of Olivia's head laying limp in the car, her blood dripping from her face. " Where's Liv, I have to talk to Olivia."

I watch as Cragen's head falls. "NO NO NO NO NO NO, this is'nt true. She's not" I yell

"No no she's not dead, but she's not in great condition. Elliot, the doctor's gonna wanna talk to you. Your listed as next of kin, and they need to talk to you about her condition and what you want to do for her treatment."

I sink back into the hospital bed, and let the information sink in. I finally work up the ability to nod. Cragen leaves for a minute before returning with a young doctor. "Hello detective. I'm Dr. Lockhart, how are you feeling?" she asked in a sympathetic tone.

"Just tell me about Olivia." I say probably a little more harshly then I should have, but I don't care.

She grabbed a roller chair and pulled it up next to my bed. " Detective Benson suffered extensive injuries. Such as internal bleeding and a hemorrhage in her brain, that we were able to repair, but we're not out of the woods yet. Detective Benson is currently in a Coma. Do you understand, Detective Stabler?"

I clear my throat and fight back the tear that threaten to fall. I nod. "What are her chances, doc."

"Well studies have shown that patients in Detective Benson's degree of comatose state. That there is a 49 chance of death, 10 chance of survival with a severe disability, 17chance of survival with a moderate disability, 3 Chance that she is stay in a vegetative state, and a 22 chance that she will make a good recover. The longer she stays in her current condition the less of a chance she has of ever waking up. I'm so sorry, detective."

I close my eyes, this was not happening. When I open my eyes I'm gonna be in my bed with Olivia's body pressed up against mine, with my arm draped around her waist and the sun shining through the window.

I open my eyes and I'm still in the dark hospital room. "I need to see her." I say just above a whisper.

The doctor nods "of course, she's down in the ICU room 2124. I'll send someone from escort to come and wheel you down to her room."

"I don't need a damn wheelchair, I just need to see Olivia." I stand up.

Cragen came up behind me "come on Elliot, I'll show you the way." He ushered me down a couple of hallways, before we stop in front of a glass door. "I'll wait outside." Cragen said as he walked over and sat in the waiting room. I take a deep breath before pushing the open the door to Olivia's room. I almost fall to the floor at the sight in front of me. On faltering feet I walk over next to the bed. There are cuts all over her face and a tube coming from her mouth hooked to the ventilator that keeps her alive. Her skin looked like it had been drained of all color. With a trembling hand I reach out to brush a piece of hair from her face. God this is all my fault, I should have been more careful.

"Come on Liv you gotta wake up, I need you."I say while tracing the outline of her face. I am meet with only the rhythmic noise of the ventilator and the heart monitor.

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sorry its so short I promise more soon.