A/N A friend of mine and his younger brother are like brothers to me. Let's call them John ( oldest brother) and Joe( youngest brother). Saturday night someone almost killed Joe, they drugged him and after that let him drink a lot of alcohol. Someone else called John and if he didn't helped his little brother and called an ambulance, Joe would have died.

I'm sorry that this chapter ain't as good as usually. The past days since Saturday night have been extremely difficult for me. And writing a hospital chapter after being in the hospital to stay with someone ain't easy.

I didn't want to let y'all hanging and waiting for too long so I decided to write two chapters instead of one. The next chapter I do need to write though. I'll try to write ASAP.

Chapter 35

Both brunettes roll their eyes at each other and Jane walks out of the room. She is back at the nurse's station just in time, Dr. Bouchon was about to leave it to go to Oliver's room. They walk to Oliver's room and Dr. Bouchon knocks on the door first before he enters the room. As soon as he sees the view in front of him he stops dead in his tracks causing Jane to almost walk up against him.

"Not again." Dr. Bouchon mumbles.

Jane looks over the Dr.'s shoulder to see what made him stop and sees Alex on the bed with Oliver and Oliver glaring at the Dr. before the poor man is completely inside his room. Jane walks around the Dr. and walks inside Oliver's room. Dr. Bouchon takes a deep breath before he walks inside the room, he immediately knows that the Detective that is his patient is fully awake and for as it seems to know what happened.

"Detective, good to see you awake. I have a notepad and pencil here for you to write on since you're not able to talk due to the breathing tube." Dr. Bouchon says and he lays the notepad and pencil on Oliver's lap.

"If you can answer with yes or no just shake or nod with your head if not you can write it down if you're able to do it." Dr. Bouchon says.

Oliver nods and immediately starts to write. It's not that neat but it's readable. When he is done he looks at Alex and points to the notepad. Alex picks up the notepad and turns it so Dr. Bouchon can read it.

'When is the tube getting removed?'

"It's gonna take a while before the tube can be removed. You need breathing therapy first and when you come to the point you're breathing on your own for the biggest part of 24 hours we'll remove the tube." Dr. Bouchon answers.

Oliver writes again.

'Why?'

"Let me tell you what happened and we'll go from there. Alright?" Dr. Bouchon asks.

Oliver nods.

"First let me ask you this. Are in more pain than is normal after been shot?" Dr. Bouchon asks.

Oliver shakes his head. He is in a lot of pain but he refuses to let Dr. Bouchon know that. Dr. Bouchon knows his patient by know and he doesn't trust the Detective's answer.

"Alex, is he in a lot of pain and not telling us?" Dr. Bouchon asks, avoiding Oliver's glare.

"He is in pain but for Oliver's standards I'd say it's bearable for the moment." Alex answers.

"Alright, I let it go for now. But as soon as you notice that he's in more pain than he could actually handle let me know it." Dr. Bouchon says.

Alex nods and Oliver is relieved that he isn't getting medicated now.

"Alright Detective Benson. Let's get started. You know you have been shot, do you know how many times you've been shot?" Dr. Bouchon asks.

Oliver nods and holds up one hand and closes it and then holds up one finger.

"That's right. You were shot 6 times. Do you know where and can you remember anything from the shooting or the situation you were in?" Dr. Bouchon asks.

Oliver nods. He takes the notepad again and starts writing. The Detective writes short sentences and straight to point because it's not very easy for Oliver to write, when he's finished he looks at Alex again and the blonde holds up the notepad.

'Jane told me, 5 shots in upper body+ chest, 1 scamped head. Jane got shot once. I know I pushed her away. Man came inside with automatic weapon.'

"That's in a few sentences what happened, yes. You've been on the table for close to 9 hours, it has been touch and go for quite some time. Afterwards we've putted you in a drug induced coma because of your brains were swelling and your body needed time to heal again. You got an infection and were critical for a couple of days before you reacted on the medication." Dr. Bouchon says.

Oliver frowns with his eyebrows and writes again.

'How long? What's going to happen now?'

"You've been in a drug induced coma for two months, Detective." Dr. Bouchon answers.

The Dr. waits with explaining what the treatment will be like and how to recover. Giving Oliver time to think about it. Oliver looks shocked at Alex when he hears the Dr.'s answer like he can't believe it.

"It's true, Liv. You've been in a coma for 2 months." Alex says softly.

Oliver shakes his head and keeps shaking it. This couldn't be true could it. One week sure, that's what the Detective thought it would have been. But two months. Two whole months gone. Two months where his life had stoud still while everyone else's life had gone further. A lot can happen in a week let alone in two freaking months. Oliver looks at Alex again to double check it. Alex nods already knowing what her fiancé is silently asking. He realizes that he has lost two months of his life without knowing what was going on. Two months where Alex had been suffering, not knowing if he would be alright and what would happen when the Detective woke up. And for the first time in his life Oliver feels helpless, really helpless. Not knowing what to do and desperately wanting to get back the time he lost. He looks at Alex with a look of being lost in his eyes and telling the blonde with his eyes how he feels. Knowing that Alex will understand what he's saying. Alex squeezes Oliver's hand and kisses his forehead.

"It will be alright, Liv. Everything is gonna be alright. It'll take time and patience and hard working from you but you'll be alright again. We're going to be alright. I believe in you. I know how you're feeling now and I promise you I'll give you back those months the best I can. I have something that can help you with it, but I'll give it to you when we're alone. I promise everything is going to be fine." Alex says softly, reassuring the love of her life.

Oliver keeps looking into cerulean eyes to calm down and get back the grip on himself. After about 30 seconds he gives Alex a nod and the blonde ADA knows that for the moment Oliver is alright again. She squeezes his hand one more time before she lets go. Oliver looks at Dr. Bouchon and picks up the note pad. He points at the second question he wrote down earlier.

"In the time you were in a coma I have been ordered by your fiancé to form a team from the best specialists this country has to offer us, for when you would wake up, to help you recover. So of course that's what I have been doing. She didn't leave much of choice, as you'll perfectly know. Now I know how important your job is to you, to any of you on the force. So I talked about it with the team and we came to the conclusion that we think it's possible. I have to warn you. It won't be easy. You have a long way to recover, physically and mentally. But knowing the fighter you are we do think you should be able to make it back. We will start with your recovery here in the hospital until you are ready to go to rehab. I have researched what the best facility is and as soon as you are ready you will be transported to it.

Our goal here is for you to breath on your own and to start with PT to get back some strength. But mainly for you to breath on your own. When you are breathing on your own you'll be released from the hospital and transported to rehab. There they'll work with you to recover physically to the point where you are physically able to go back to your job. Mentally you'll get your therapy form the facility and there will come a psychologist specialized in traumatic events like you've been through. The therapists at rehab will concentrate on your physical recovery and the part that comes with that mentally and the rest will be taken care of by the psychologist that will be added to the team at rehab.

Like I said, you have a long road to recovery, but you can do it, Detective." Dr. Bouchon explains.

Dr. Bouchon looks at Oliver and sees that for now the Detective has enough to process.

"I'll check you and then I'll leave you alone for an hour or two. You need to rest. And it give you some time to think about what I've told you. I'm sure you can come up with enough questions to ask me when I come back. Alright?" Dr. Bouchon asks.

Oliver nods. The one thing he wants the most is to be alone with Alex.

"Alright, do you want Alex and Detective Rizzoli to leave for the time I'm checking on you?" Dr. Bouchon asks.

Oliver points at Jane and shakes 'no' with his head. Then he points at Alex and makes a motion that the blonde needs to wait behind the curtain. Dr. Bouchon is surprised that he wants Alex to stay behind the curtain but for Jane to stay with him, he looks at Jane and Alex questionably. Alex and Jane understand why Oliver wants it this way though.

"Liv, doesn't want me to see his scars. And that's alright for me, I can wait until he is ready for me to see them." Alex says, looking sternly at Dr. Bouchon before she continues.

"Jane is a Detective too and they both have scars and shared some personal issues. He feels safe enough with Jane for her to stay here, make him feel safe. She is our friend and I trust her with Oliver." Alex says tactically.

"Well if it's alright with the both of you, I have no objections." Dr. Bouchon says.

Dr. Bouchon worked as quickly as possible on Oliver. After 10 minutes he was done and left the room after he told the trio that when he came back he would take Dr. Taylor Chapman with him to talk about what therapy Oliver would need to get off the breathing tube. Jane stayed for a couple of minutes more before she left the room to talk with the others in the visitors room and to give Alex and Oliver some time to talk with each other and to rest. When Jane has left Alex opens a drawer of Oliver's night stand and takes out two scrap books. She lays them on her lap and turns to look at Oliver.

"Liv, I know it's killing you that two months has passed without you knowing it. I told you I had something for you to help you with getting back those two months. I've made two scrap books. Each about every day, from a couple of days after you were shot until today. One about what happened in New York and in the rest of the world. The other is about you and me; how your day was, what I've been doing that day and how I was feeling. I thought we could look or go through them doing one day of both scrap books each day if you're up to it and want it of course." Alex says softly.

With tears in his eyes Oliver nods. He wishes he could talk with Alex. Looking down he sees that the notepad and pencil are still lying on his lap. He motions at Alex to turn the page for him. The blonde picks up the notepad and turns the page and lays it back on Oliver's lap. After a minute Oliver is done writing and looks at Alex. The ADA picks up the notepad and reads.

'I love you so much, Lex. Thank you for making the books. It means so much to me.'

"I love you very much too, Liv. It helped me dealing with was going on, I couldn't talk with you but this way I could talk to you." Alex says.

Oliver nods at Alex knowing what she means. He can't pull his arm up and touches the blonde's face so he slowly moves his hand on her thigh and rubs it tenderly. Then he pulls his hand back and writes again. Alex is touched with that simple but so important gesture and she leans in and kisses Oliver's cheek. Then she leans back and waits for Oliver being finished with writing again.

'I'm tired. Take a nap together?'

"I'd love to." Alex answers.

Alex picks up the scrap books and puts them back in the drawer. Then the blonde picks up the notepad and pencil and lays them on top of Oliver's night stand. After everything is back on its place Alex turns back and lays down so Oliver can lay down his head on her shoulder. Before Oliver lays his head down he looks Alex in her eyes with all the love he feels for the blonde. When he is sure that Alex saw it he lays his head. Alex takes his hand in her own.

"I love you to you, Detective Benson. Sweet dreams, Liv." Alex says.

Oliver squeezes Alex hands softly. 5 minutes later Oliver is sleeping. Alex kisses the top of her Detective's head before she falls asleep herself. The first time in months the blonde ADA sleeps peacefully with her fiancé in her arms.