A/N: Long awaited chapter. Please enjoy and don't forget to leave your reviews.
==== OLITZ Centric ====
Olivia rushed through the emergency doors of Weiss Memorial Hospital. She was a sight to behold in one of Fitz' firehouse 51 hoodies that was swallowing her petite frame up, her head scarf still tied on her head, a pair of black skinny jeans and her Nike trainers on her feet. Olivia was in dread all the way over. Abby hadn't told her the extremity of his injuries, she simply told her to come over to the hospital right away.
"Where is he?" Olivia asked Stephen in a panic tone, he was the first familiar face she saw. He and some of the other men were in the waiting room.
"He's down in the X-ray room. He's fine, Liv," Stephen reassured, coming to hug her.
"What you mean he's fine? What happened?" Olivia's voice was elevated. She needed to know what was wrong with her boyfriend and STAT.
Stephen sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "He fell through the floor of an attic."
"What!" Olivia exclaimed, collapsing into the nearest stuffy chair. It's bad he's hurt her mind reeled. She hadn't heard a word Stephen was saying, ensuring her that he was fine. Her mind only thought of the worst scenarios and she started sobbing loudly because of the fear present there.
Stephen and the other guys looked at her sympathetically. Stephen sat next to her and began rubbing circles onto her back as she continued to cry her eyes out. He breathed a sigh of relief when Abby came to the rescue and exchanged places with him. Abby whispered reassuring words to her but it did nothing to assuage her fearful emotions. She continued to conjure the worst possible scenarios in her mind.
"Olivia Pope?" A nurse with a clipboard called.
Olivia wiped her eyes and looked up at the woman in the pink and black scrubs.
"That's me," she hiccupped.
"Mr. Grant would like to see you."
Olivia looked at Abby and Abby nodded encouragingly for her to go with the nurse.
Olivia got up and followed the tall brunette nurse. With each step that she took she felt her heart racing in her chest cavity. Her baby was hurt and she didn't know how badly.
"In here." The nurse escorted her through the parted emergency room curtains.
Olivia placed a hand to her mouth as she tried to quiet a sob that threatened to escape her lips. Fitz was lying in front of her with bruises on his face and arms. His left arm was up in a sling. He tried to look calm but she knew he was in a lot of pain.
"Baby, what happened?" Olivia rushed to his uninjured side.
"Hi," he grunted through the pain.
"Hi," Olivia replied, wiping the tears falling from her eyes.
"Why is he in so much pain?" Olivia turned to ask the nurse.
"He declined any prescription pain medicine and the acetaminophen that he took isn't strong enough to ease the pain," the nurse explained.
"Fitz, why don't you take the stronger meds, baby?" Olivia asked; she hated seeing the discomfort he clearly was in.
"Don't… need… it." He choked out.
"Please don't try to be a hero now, you're hurt, baby. Please let the nurse give you something for the pain." Olivia begged through tears.
Fitz shook his head no, the pain was intensifying and he couldn't talk.
"We've been trying to get his permission for the past 30 minutes, but he refuses." The nurse said empathetically.
Olivia didn't understood why he was refusing to take something that would help him reduce the pain he was feeling. Before she could've pleaded with him, the curtains were parted and the attending ER doctor entered the small examining room.
He skipped the niceties and went straight down to business.
"Ok, Lt. Grant, I'm afraid you have something that we call a type II shoulder separation. Your acromioclavicular (AC) ligament is completely torn, and the coracoclavicular (CC) ligament is fortunately not injured. This was a direct result of you falling on your shoulder while you tried to shield the child from injury, which was a fantastic job by the way. You're in a lot of pain right now and that is to be expected." Dr. Chaz noticed his grimace. "I'll write you a prescription for some painkillers."
Olivia listened closely to what the doctor was saying. He gave instructions on how his arm needed to be elevated in the sling for the next 2-3 days. He talked about a follow up visit that will determine if they will need to do surgery, which he already anticipated that they would, because his ligament was torn and it was on his dominant (left) hand. Eventually, the pain became too much for him to bear and he succumbed to the 30mg dose of morphine that the nurse kept asking him to take.
The next morning Fitz awoke feeling groggy and achy. He tried to stretch his left hand and that was when he remembered the accident he was in the night before. Looking over to his right he saw Olivia sleeping on an uncomfortable looking chair with her head rested on the bed. He couldn't remember anything that happened after he drank the morphine. Shit! He internally panicked; he swore that for the rest of his life that he wouldn't take another prescription painkiller. Fitz didn't need this type of drugs in his system again. He was afraid of old habits resurfacing.
Taking his uninjured hand he began running his fingers through her thick curly locks, rousing her from her sleep. After a few minutes of doing this he watched as she slowly lifted her head. She looked so tired and stressed, Fitz felt bad for putting her through that last night.
"Good morning," he smiled, despite of his own personal discomfort he was experiencing.
Olivia stretched her arms like a cat and yawned before she replied, "good morning. How are you feeling?" She implored, taking in his face. He looked like he was feeling a bit better this morning.
"Achy," he told her honestly. He stroked her soft cheek with his thumb lovingly. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her in his life. "I love you," he simply said, prompted by nothing or no one to say the three words he'd grown to love and appreciate.
"I love you too, baby. You scared me last night," she confessed with a tear rolling down her cheek. Fitz' thumb immediately caught it and swiped it away.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled with a small smile gracing his lips.
"Don't let it happen again," she warned him seriously even though she was smiling. She couldn't remember the last time she was that scared. Rising on wobbly legs, she leaned forward and gave him a sweet, emotion filled kiss. Telepathically transferring how much she loved him and couldn't live without him.
"Emm mmm," the sound of the doctor clearing his throat interrupted them.
Olivia and Fitz pulled apart and looked sheepishly at each other.
"I take it someone is feeling better this morning," the doctor said with an arched eyebrow.
"You can put it that way." Fitz answered.
The doctor gave both of them a small smile. "Alright, here's your discharge papers and a sheet of instructions on how to take care of your shoulder." He went over the list and when he was finished he asked if they were any questions. Olivia took the opportunity to ask him excessive questions, she didn't care that he was getting slightly annoyed by it. Since she was somewhat familiar with medical jargons she wasn't put down by his use of it. She inquired about his prognosis and what they could do to ensure he has full recovery in his shoulder. When she was truly satisfied that all of her questions were answered she allowed the doctor to leave.
"You're tough," Fitz snickered. He was watching from the sidelines when she went to battle for him. If he didn't know that she loved him before he knew now. She was his gladiator, taking charge of his wellbeing.
"Someone has to be." She returned simply with a smirk on her face. "Come on let's go home."
He didn't know which home she was referring to but he was glad to leave the hospital.
Five hours later Olivia did everything the doctor instructed. She routinely placed ice on his shoulder in 15-20 minutes intervals every hour. She fed him and made sure he was as comfortable as he possibly could be. However, all of that was for naught because he was in pain and refused to take the prescription painkillers he was given.
"Just give me two more aspirins," he told her through clenched teeth.
"Fitz that would be passing the daily dose. You already had 4 in the last five hours." Olivia sighed.
Fitz groaned he wasn't in the mood to hear her badgering him. "Are you here to help me or nag?"
Olivia's neck snapped back, she was taken aback by his words and tone. "Don't be ridiculous." She said evenly, trying not to egg him on.
"Then give me the damn aspirin!"
Olivia took a deep breath before she succumbed to her first reaction, which was to hurl the bottle at him.
Complying with his wishes she shook two pills out of the bottle and gave it to him. He accepted it and grumped a thank you. He swallowed the pillows first and then drank the water.
"Time to ice your shoulder," she alerted, her voice void of emotion. She was upset that he yelled at her, she didn't take kindly to it even though she knew he was in pain and was reacting as such.
Too upset to wait for his response she left his bedroom to go retrieved an ice pack that Stephen so graciously bought a few of. Since he was a lieutenant at the firehouse he was delegated to see about Fitz' injuries and report his progress. Almost every one of their coworkers called to check on him, but no one showed up and she was grateful for that. He needed time to himself especially if he was going to behave so miserable.
Upon returning to the bedroom Olivia saw that he was sitting at the edge of the bed rubbing his left arm through the sling. He was in a grey sweatpants and no shirt per his choosing.
She wordlessly walked towards his left side with the icepack and towel that she brought from the kitchen. Climbing onto the bed for height gain she placed the towel wrapped icepack directly on his shoulder blade to ease the swelling.
She said nothing to him as she held the icepack and this went on for a few minutes.
"Livvie, I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier."
Olivia said nothing, preferring to ignore him.
Fitz realizing her upset state decided to continue his apology. Luckily he had a moment of reprieve from the two aspirins. "I know you're here to help me and I'm just being a whiney baby."
"It's ok. And you are being a big whiney baby," she said with a straight face.
"I'm your big whiney baby."
Olivia was grateful that Fitz was sleeping. She needed a break from him, he was behaving mean and she knew it's because of the pain he was in. It baffled her that he still wasn't keen on taking the painkiller the doctor prescribed him.
Shaking her head, she tried to concentrate on studying for the test she had tomorrow. She was lucky that she didn't work today at the firehouse because it was technically her day off. She thought of requesting some personal days so she could be available to help Fitz, but decided to wait and talk to him about it.
Olivia spent another twenty minutes reading the assigned firefighter textbook when her cellphone started ringing. She wondered who was calling her so late as it was almost 10 PM.
She looked down and saw that it was Mario who was calling her. She had almost forgotten that they'd exchange numbers in the grocery story months earlier and hadn't talked since.
Resting the textbook on the coffee table she grabbed her cellphone and swiped right on the home screen to answer the call.
"Well if this isn't a pleasant surprise," she greeted
"Livia! For a second I almost thought I had the wrong number." Mario's excited tone returned.
"Right number. Right person," she said with a smile. "What's up?"
"Nothing, just chilling at home and decided to give you a call."
"Hmm. I thought you collected my number for your mom and not for your personal entertainment," she said, lightly.
"I did it for both. Hope that's not a problem with the BF?"
Olivia snorted.
"Uh oh, are you going to get in trouble because wittle me called?" Mario said in a funny voice and Olivia laughed.
"Stop it!" She chastised, even though she was laughing. Mario was always a goofball and he could easily make her laugh.
"Let me stop before he sucker punches me in the face. And you already know I can't mess up this pretty face."
Olivia laughed again before saying; "we won't want to mess up your pretty face now."
"It's how I get ladies, it was how I got you."
"Right it was your face that made me fall for you. Just the face," she repeated, dryly.
"You wound me, Livia!"
"Ma—" Olivia's words were cut off from the sound of Fitz moving. She hadn't noticed that he was in the room for the last minute listening to her end of the phone conversation. For some unbeknownst reason she felt like she was caught with her hands in the cookies jar.
"Uh… I'll talk to you later." She said swiftly into the phone before disconnecting the call.
"Babe, how are you feeling?" She asked sweetly, walking towards him. "How's the pain?"
"Fine, I took one of the prescription painkiller," he answered gruffly.
"That's good. It's going to ease the pain a whole lot," She told him, coming to wrap her arms around his right arm. She snuggled herself against his body. "Do you need anything to drink? Anything to eat?" She searched his face for an answer.
"I'm fine."
"Sure?"
"I am." He repeated.
Olivia shrugged off his gruffness, something that he was given a lot of within the last 16 hours.
"Who were you talking to?" He asked, looking into her eyes.
Before Olivia could've registered what she was saying, she answered, "Abby." She had no plausible reason to lie but she didn't want to say Mario and upset him.
"Oh."
"Uh huh," Olivia murmured with her eyes cast down. She then returned to her seat where she was studying, a slew of books covered the coffee table. She had practically moved into his house with most of everything she needed in a fairly large suitcase. After Stephen had dropped them off from the hospital Olivia took the opportunity to stop at her house and pack some of her stuffs.
She returned to reading her textbook; she wasn't surprise when Fitz had joined her on the couch.
"What you reading?" He asked, mildly curious.
"Essentials of Fire Fighting," she read, showing off the book cover to him.
"Tell me what you've learned so far," he probed with a small smile.
Olivia accepted his invitation to speak about the material she had been reading. Nearly half an hour later they were still discussing the book.
"You need to sleep, baby," Fitz pointed out. She was yawning every other word.
"I'm not." Big yawn. "Sleepy…" she trailed.
Fitz couldn't help but laugh at her. He stood to his feet using his right hand to push himself up before beckoning her to join him, which she did. Olivia grabbed them each a glass of water before they made their way upstairs.
Fitz sat at the edge of the bed while she got ready in the conjoined bathroom. He listened as she talked about the happenings at the academy and about a new friend she'd met, Tina. He was feeling loopy from the pain medication he'd first debated against taken. He didn't trust himself to take it given his history of using prescription pills during his late teens. It was one of his friends who introduced him the first time with his mother's oxycodone. He used it occasionally to get high. It was until he joined the fire academy that he'd quitted. He just hoped that he was strong enough to not go back there.
"What has you spook?" Olivia asked, when she entered the room with just his T-shirt and undies on. She walked up to him and began rubbing his right shoulder and neck to ease some of the pain in the surrounding area.
"I'm just thinking about the fall," he lied.
"Tell me what happen?" Olivia asked, continuing her ministrations. She felt him relaxed under her touch.
"We received a call that a four year old boy was stuck in an attic and his grandmother couldn't take him down because she was too old to climb the ladder. She had knee surgery, hip surgery and whatnot."
Olivia's eyebrows rose at that.
"We thought it was a simple call so only the rescue squad went out. We got there and the grandmother opened the door for us, she immediately showed us the way. The closer we got to the attic the more we could hear him crying and screaming at the top of his lungs. I climbed the ladder to see the little boy crouched in the corner with his knees to his chest having a panic attack. Eventually, I coaxed him into my arms and when I was about to climb back down the ladder the floor gave way. I remember trying to shield him but I fell on my left shoulder and the force of the impact did this." He signaled with a wave of his right hand.
"I'm just happy it wasn't worst. We'll get through this, baby." Olivia stopped to kiss him on the lips. It started off slow and shallow until Fitz began prying her lips open with his eager tongue. Olivia obliged for a few seconds, allowing his tongue to snake hers as they engaged in their own battle. Depleted of air they both pulled apart huffing.
Fitz took his right hand moving it up to the center of her thighs to her surprise.
"Nah uh, sir! No cookie for you!" She told him, pulling away.
"Come on," he begged with a boyish pout. Since she had started school sex came occasionally. He needed some loving in that moment.
"Fitz we can't. Your shoulder is injured and I'm sure you're tired."
"You can be nice and do all the work." He told her cheekily.
"And for that comment the answer is, HELL NO!"
Fitz chuckled and grabbed her by the tail of his T-shirt that she wore. Pulling her forcefully but yet carefully to his right side, he brought her to sit on his lap. "What did you just say?" He asked, his face a mere centimeter from hers and his grip firm on her waist.
"I. Said. Hell. No." She enunciated each word with a grin splayed on her face.
"Is that so?" Fitz asked before diving in to take her bottom lip into his mouth. He first sucked on it and then nipped it with his teeth, keenly aware of her moans. Releasing her lip, he smirked while asking, "Do you want to reconsider?"
Olivia let out a frustrated groan because now she was feeling aroused. She couldn't believe that she was going take up his offer to have sex while he was injured. Her last sane resolve was broken when he rubbed his growing length against her ass.
"Are you feeling any pain?" She asked, standing to her feet and pulling his T-shirt over her head.
"Just a dull ache," Fitz answered with a salacious grin. Yes, I'm getting my way.
"Alright, we have to be careful." She said standing in front of him in only a pair of black lace, cheeky panties.
He licked his lips at the sight of her erect brown pebbles. He didn't hear her cautioning because he had tunnel vision on what he wanted to taste.
"C'mere," he beckoned her with his head.
She came standing in between his legs. The first thing he did was cupped her right breast with his uninjured hand. Olivia moaned at his sensual touch, she couldn't get enough of him.
She leaned forward, careful to not apply pressure on his left side as she connected their lips together. The kiss was passion filled, tongues dueling and lip sucking, sending tremors all the way down to her core. The wetness of her essence flowed down her inner thighs in anticipation of what's to come.
"I need you," Fitz grunted, when they were catching their breaths.
Olivia wordlessly began pulling down his sweatpants and underwear, springing his erection free.
She pushed down the last barrier of clothing she had on, which was her panties before she sat on his lap facing him.
Cupping his face she looked into his stormy grey eyes, ignoring his erection that was poking her inner thigh, she had to ask, "Are you comfortable?"
He bit his bottom lip and nodded yes. There was no way he was turning down her even if his hand was falling off.
Olivia shook her head as she grabbed onto his erect length. She squeezed him and ran her hand up and down his shaft teasingly. Fitz let out a hiss when her thumb touched his sensitive tip.
"You're going to make me cum, baby," Fitz warned.
"Mmmm," Olivia moaned, as she raised herself up and settled onto the tip of his erection. Inch by inch she allowed him to impale her. When he was fitted to the hilt they both let out a huge moan.
Olivia closed her eyes, taking a moment to contain herself and control the wild emotions she was feeling. She needed to go slow for his sake even though she felt like doing the opposite.
Opening her eyes she almost came from the smoldering gaze Fitz was casting at her. It was the sexiest fucking thing she had witnessed him do. His jaw was tensed and she knew he was trying to control all his emotions since she was in charged. He was a beast under arrest.
Olivia placed her hand on his upper thigh for leverage and began moving up and down his shaft slowly. She could feel the muscles in her thighs undulating with her movements as she did all the work. Her breathing was shallow as she continued to work him up and down.
Fitz was having such a hard time surrendering all the power to her, it felt great but he felt some kind of way not being in control. He could feel her essence dripping onto his balls with each movement she made. She was always so wet for him. Her warmth enveloped him; he decided to not dwell on his limited mobility but instead focus on enjoying the moment with his woman.
"I… can't believe…we… we're doing this," Olivia panted.
"Oh God! Yes…" Fitz groaned; she was now milking him with her walls.
Olivia's legs were sore from squatting on top of him for nearly five minutes; she needed to do an alternate movement without changing positions. Resting fully on his lap she gripped his upper thighs tighter as her inner walls did all of the work.
"Fuck! Livvie!" Fitz almost squealed when her hand reached for his balls. She was massaging them and it felt oh so good. With her breast finally close to his face without him having to stretch forward, he latched onto one of them with his warm mouth.
"Ahh!" She cried when his teeth nipped at her sensitive bud. Olivia continued her milking process of squeezing him with her inner muscles. She created a rhythm of going fast and then slow, then fast again. Over and over her pussy contracted around his length.
"I'm gonna cum!" Fitz removed his mouth from her left breast to warn. He couldn't take it anymore; she was holding his cock hostage between her tight walls. He could feel his orgasm building and he was incapable of stalling its process. He needed release and soon.
Before Olivia could encourage him to ejaculate he was already coming. His body went rigid before he started jerking underneath her as he shot his hot seed coating the inside of her walls.
"OWWWWW!" Fitz started screaming out in pain, during his jerky movements he accidentally moved his left arm and it hurt like hell, pain medication be damned.
Olivia immediately jumped off of his lap after she realized that his screams weren't one of pleasure. In that moment she didn't care that she hadn't orgasm as she tended to him.
"What's wrong?" She asked through panting breaths.
"I pulled my arm. Oh God it hurts so bad!" He cried.
Olivia grabbed her discarded shirt from off of the floor and pulled it on as she said, "I'll grab an icepack."
Fitz nodded his head in acknowledgement unable to speak through the pain.
Half an hour later they were lying in bed, happy to push the earlier events out of their heads.
"We're never doing that again until your shoulder is fully healed." Olivia spoke into the darkness.
Fitz grunted his displeasure.
"You're insatiable! This was your brilliant idea!"
"I know. But it was worth it." He returned.
"Probably for you."
Fitz chuckled, "sorry you didn't get your release."
"Hmmph!" Olivia huffed. "I'll have to take out Big Mike since you'll be out of commission for a while."
"Big Mike?" Fitz' eyes widen in the dark.
"My little big friend."
"Olivia Pope, do you have a fake penis?"
Olivia threw her head back and laughed before answering with a sheepish, "Maybe."
"I'll need to see what Big Mike is working with, see if I got any competition," Fitz joked.
Olivia laughed again she enjoyed playful Fitz. "If I were you I wouldn't want to see," she jested.
"You're going to pay for that statement."
"By the time you could do anything about it, you'll already forget." She quipped.
"Like how I forgot about you taking a ride home with Eric Ward. What's up with that?"
Damn! Damn! Damn! This man is good. I can't believe he remembered this after everything that happened in the past 24 hours.
She turned her body to face him in the dark.
"It was a one time thing it won't happen again." She stated.
Hearing her statement, Fitz further questioned, "How did him giving you a ride even came about?"
"I was heading out to the bus stop when I heard someone calling my name."
"Were there other people around?"
"No, just the two of us in the parking lot."
Fitz sighed, "Livvie… you have to be more careful, because if I ever find out that that fucker has done anything to you I promise that I'll kill him with my bare hands."
Something about his words sent a shiver down her spine. She loved it when he got all macho man, it made her feel things.
"I hear you," she said.
"Good."
"You know what I've been thinking?" She asked him.
"What's that?"
"That is probably time I buy a car. It's kind of getting ridiculous that I still take the bus."
"Then we'll go get a car," Fitz said simply. "Are you looking to get something new or pre-owned?"
"I don't know, something that is good but wouldn't break the bank."
"When you say, "break the bank" around how much are we talking about?"
"Fitz… Are you trying to ask me how much money I have?"
"Not really, just trying to figure out where you're coming from."
"Well… I'm not coming from a lot."
"Then I'll make up what you don't have." Fitz stated, rather than offered.
"I can't accept your money to buy a car."
"Why not?"
"We've only been together for 5 months."
"And?"
"And it's too big of a gift to accept so soon."
Fitz chuckled. "It doesn't matter if we're together for 1 month or 1 year, if we have what it takes to help each other then we should."
"Truth, but I have a problem with that."
"What's the problem?"
"If you haven't noticed already I'm very independent and I like doing things for myself. It's been my only option for so long that I don't like or know how to accept help." She admitted truthfully.
"Livvie, I noticed your independence from a mile away," he teased and she laughed. "But, seriously though, your independent spirit is one of your great qualities that drew me to you. I like that you handle your own business and I'm not trying to take that away from you. All I'm offering is to be your gap filler, let me fill the gaps in places you're unable to reach. Let me be your man and handle things when you need me to. I want to be there for you in every area of your life."
Gahtdamn! What was this man doing to me? His sex induced voice saying all these stuffs is making me wet! Dammit Fitzgerald! Olivia internally mused.
"Woo," was all she could've said. Olivia fanned her face to cool her heated blood. She would do anything for him if he continued to talk like that.
Fitz smirked through the darkness; he could tell that his words were affecting her physically. He wasn't going for that but it was ok, he was glad he could affect her by just talking.
"We'll talk about this later. Get some sleep," he commanded in the same raspy tone he was speaking in earlier.
"Ok. Good night, Fitz," she whispered breathlessly.
"Good night, sweet baby."
The sound of an alarm woke him the next morning. Fitz had to stop himself from getting up too quickly. He looked to his right and saw that Liv was still fast asleep. He then looked around the room to see where the shrill sound was coming from. He saw that it was coming from Olivia's phone on the nightstand. Groaning his displeasure, he got out of bed and made his way around the bed to the nightstand on her side.
He kept tapping on the dismiss button but the blaring sound kept persisting. Eventually, after several taps the phone seemed to cooperate and turn off its annoying sound.
Fitz smiled down at the home screen; it was a picture of him and Liv when they went skiing. He was holding her in a bridal carry and his body was set in a pose that looked like he was on the verge of running away with her. It was so cheesy but cute. Abby had been their photographer and they had come up with the idea.
Fitz was about to set aside her phone when something from last night resurfaced in his memory. He wanted to know who she was talking to when he came downstairs; he didn't believe that it was Abby. Fitz clicked on the call log to bring up her call history and his stomach dropped upon seeing it. His suspicions were right it wasn't Abby. But why did she lie? Anger quickly filled him and he tossed her phone roughly onto the nightstand before storming out the bedroom and into the bathroom.
He opened the medicine cabinet; the orange pill bottle filled with prescription painkillers taunted him. He stared at it for what felt like forever before he grabbed a hold of it with his right hand and placed the top part between his teeth to unscrew the lid. When he was successful he spat the white lid into the sink. With the uncorked bottle in his right hand Fitz lifted it over his mouth and began shaking pills out of it.
"Fitz?" His hand froze; he hadn't expected Olivia to enter the bathroom and especially to see him doing this.
A/N: I'm sorry but I had to leave it here. I know another stupid cliffhanger but it will be worth it. How did you like the chapter?
Disclaimer: I'm no medical professional and this is fiction so suspend your belief if you have to when you're reading this story. Google is my friend. Lol.
So…Fitz is not badly wounded but is seriously injured. Will focus more on his injuries in the upcoming chapter. All my info about type II shoulder separation is from Google.
We had a frantic Liv and horndog Fitz. Could you believe he wanted to do it even though his ass is injured? Men. Smh. Haha. And there was some pillow talk about money, etc. Thoughts on Fitz wanting to help her buy a car?
Thoughts on Liv lying about who she was speaking with on the phone? And finally, the elephant in the room, Fitz and the painkillers? Thoughts? Wonk wonk.
What do you want to see next chapter when Liv confronts him about the pills and him confronting her about lying?
Don't forget to leave a review. Until next time,
XOXO
