"Olivia? Olivia Benson- where is she?"
You can hear his frantic voice echoing down the empty hallway and if you had the energy you would get up and go out into the hallway so he could see with his own eyes that you're alright.
But you're exhausted, fighting to keep your eyes open, so when you look to the man next to you and raise an eyebrow, he gets up to flag your boyfriend down.
You hear shuffling feet and low voices and you open your eyes again when you hear the door click shut.
He's standing just inside the door of the hospital room, pale and anxious looking. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
"Rafi, please," you whisper, holding your good hand out in his direction.
Shaking his head, Rafael slowly moves closer to your bed. "I... I don't... Liv, my god..." He swallows hard, taking inventory of your injuries. Bruising around your eye, swollen shut. Right wrist in a cast. Small cuts and bruises all over your arms, hands, and face. And that's just what's visible. Your whole body aches but it's your heart that needs healing right now.
Rafael gingerly sits on the side of the bed, hesitantly reaching out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears falling.
You can't tear your eyes from his- willing him to see how much he means to you. It all could have been lost today, and you are thankful you're here with him.
Slowly he leans in, and places the softest, sweetest kiss of your life on your lips. When he moves to pull back you whimper in protest.
"I almost lost you today," he whispers, a few stray tears falling down his cheeks as well.
"I'm okay, Rafi. A little banged up and sore but I'll be good as new soon," you reassure him.
He nods, eyes still pained, and kisses you again, a little deeper this time. When you pull apart, he takes your battered left hand and kisses where your wedding ring usually sits. "We vowed in sickness and in health, I'm not going anywhere."