Olivia's fever went down throughout the night, and though nursing was still painful, it wasn't excruciating anymore.
"How do you feel?" Elliot asked in the morning, happy to see she wasn't as pale.
"So much better," she said. "I feel exhausted, but I don't feel horrible anymore. And I'm starving."
"I'm not surprised," Elliot said. "You've barely been able to eat for the last two days. I'm so glad you're finally starting to feel better."
By the time she'd eaten part of her breakfast, she looked pale again.
"Do you still feel okay?" Elliot asked.
"I do, I'm just so tired. I didn't realize how shaky I still felt."
"You're recovering from a serious infection. I think you need more time to rest," he suggested gently.
"I was just so excited to feel better."
"I know. It's frustrating to not have your energy and stamina back right away," he empathized. "Why don't you nap, then we can see how you feel when you wake up?" He tucked her into bed, then watched Nora as she bounced in her new bouncy chair.
"You like your new chair, owlet, don't you?" he asked. He sat, content to watch his daughter. When she seemed restless of the chair, he rocked her gently until she fell asleep, then plugged in the baby monitor and got into bed with Olivia.
Olivia stretched sleepily. "Where is Nora?" she asked.
"She just went down for a nap," Elliot responded.
"How long until I have to nurse?" she asked.
"An hour and a half. Do you want to go back to sleep?"
"Will you nap with me?" she asked.
"Of course I will," he said. He took her in her arms, "Sleep well, Liv. I love you, babe." She nestled into his arms, and Elliot fell asleep too, relaxed for the first time since Olivia had come back from the precinct sluggish and not feeling well.