Elliot walked into the bathroom when he finally heard her heaves start to stop. "Liv…" He whispered as he saw her there, laying on the hard floor beside the toilet, crying.

"Go away. I don't want you to see me like this," she sobbed, turning to her side clutching her stomach and letting out a whimper. She was relishing in the coldness of the porcelain floor.

"I just want to help you," he whispered, holding in the tears that formed at his eyes. 'I should have never asked her to continue. Why don't I know when to stop?' He asked himself as he kneeled down beside her.

"I know," she sighed trying to calm her ragged breathing. She attempted to sit up but as she placed her hand on the floor she slid, her upper body falling back to the floor causing her to cry out. Elliot looked down wonder why she fell if the floor wasn't wet, that's when he noticed blood. He didn't remember that being there when he walked in. Olivia followed his eyes when she noticed how big they went.

"Elliot, I just ripped the stitch," she told him wincing as she continued to sit up on her own, being careful this time. Her body was already throbbing with pain. "El, I can't move," she whispered from her spot in the floor. After trying a few time she still couldnt muster up enough upper body strength to pull herself up.

"Okay, okay," he said taking a deep breath and trying to stay calm. Grabbing the back of his shirt, he pulled it over his head. "Are you going to let me carry you?" He asked making sure that she could see what he was doing to her legs, he didn't to scare her anymore after that horrible flashback. He couldn't imagine the pain that she was feeling.

"Whatever," she sighed lying lifelessly on the floor, not even bothering to look at him. She hated feeling like this. Weak. "I'm not going to the hospital though," she stated, looking up at him with a glare knowing that was what he was going to make her do. She couldn't bare sitting in those horrible beds, with horrible doctors; and then the worst part, the poking, and prodding.

"Oh, you're going to the hospital!" He stated as he lifted her petite frame from the floor. "Then when we get back home you are eating because there is no way a grown woman should be as light as a child."

She momentarily froze hearing him call his place home, maybe he was right though. She was here and she had no intention on leaving for a while. 'It doesnt really matter where I am I guess, if he is here I am safe. It is home,' she thought, feeling the pain that shot through her leg brought her from her thoughts

"I said no Elliot." she muttered, crying out when her leg flexed. She was trying to stress the fact that this wasn't a discussion, she was not going. That was that.

"I'm sorry Liv, but we need to do what is best for your body," he told her with just as much determance. He set her on the bed not worry about the blood that was going to stain his white sheets. He walked to the dresser and started rifling through drawers. "If you are going to throw up this much and sweat off all of your weight, you need to eat you need the nutrients."

"That's right, it is my body, and I feel fine! You can't tell me what to do when it comes to me, I know what is best for me!" She exclaimed, trying to get him to believe the words that she was saying, though she didn't really believe any of them herself. 'Maybe if he believes, I will?' "So stop talking to me like a child!" She snapped throwing a bed pillow at him, he turned and looked at her strangely.

"Olivia-" he said shocked at her response.

"No!" She yelled, she was done with his crap about how she should live. "You don't think that I know my body is as weak as I am!? You don't think that I'm trying to get better? I'm fucking trying, Elliot!"

"Liv I never sa-"

"Shut the fuck up Elliot," she said rolling her eyes at him, she was done with discussion. "I am not going to the doctor!"

"Stop acting so stubborn," he replied with a small sigh. Grabbing what he needed from the dresser he made his way to her.

Kneeling down in front of her he gently took her ankle in his hand, and was relieved when she didn't fight his help. He slowly slid the shorts up her leg being extra careful for her knee. Once he was at thigh level his eyes locked on the same thing it always did, weak. It was there haunting him. Her. He scolded himself for being offended by the word when she was the one who had to wear it.

"That's what I am talking about," she kicked him slightly ignoring the pain that shot up her leg as he looked over the word again. He looked up at her shocked at how difficult she was being. "I'm not acting childish Elliot. I don't want people looking at me like that."

"Like what?" He questioned.

"The way you just did!"

He looked down, trying to recover from the stinging words that came out of her mouth. He tried to hide the look of heartbreak when he would change or bathe her. "I don't look at you any differently," he said quick to defend, he help finish pulling up her shorts.

"You do though," she sighed, he continued to fasten her shorts. She reached out and pressed her hand against his cheek trying to get his attention, once he finished his eyes went to hers. "Please don't make me go?" She begged, hoping that this would make him see how badly that she didn't want to go.

He could see the pain in her eyes and he wanted so to tell her that she didn't have to go, that he could cure her pain. But he couldn't, the best thing he could do for her was prevent her from feeling it, though he was failing at the part. He was causing her more pain then he was saving her from.

He got up from his kneeling position on the floor in front and sat on the bed next to her. He wanted to be eye level with her when he spoke, he wanted her to see how important it was for her to do this.

Her hand moved with him, and she turned so that she could face him. Though it hurt her knee to have the side of it pressed against the end of the bed.

"Do this for me," he said, he knew that him saying this was going to upset her. Her hand slid from his cheek to his chest as she pressed softly getting ready to disagree with him. "Do this for me, and I will do whatever you want."

She looked up at him with a blank stare, her hand that was resting on his chest fell to the top his bare upper thigh, that's when he realized that he was only in a pair of boxers. "It should only take an hour tops. I will even use my badge and get you out of there faster." He looked down at her hand when he felt it tighten slightly, then shifted his gaze back up to her eyes.

"You'll do anything for me?" She asked him cocking an eyebrow, considering her options.

"Anything," he whispered resting his hand on top of hers. But even if she had said no he still would do whatever she wanted. He would do anything for her, be anything for her; love her more than anything, though that was for both of them.

"Okay," she nodded pulling her hand away from his warm skin and resting it on top of her leg, she could feel the chill of her skin. She used to produce heat, she used to be able to walk through a room without shivering.

She let her eyes follow him as he pulled out a drawer grabbing a pair of dark grey sweats, he started walking towards her. She was about to ask him why he didn't put a shirt on but was distracted when he lifted her off the bed. She made a hissing noise as her injured leg bent as it rested on his arm. He made his way out the door grabbing his phone and wallet along the way and shoving them into his pocket.

"I hate it when you carry me," she confessed with a small sigh. "I feel like I am incapable of doing anything myself."

"Don't look at it that way," he said leaning against the elevator wall with her in his arms. Her faced was pressed into his chest and her arms tightly wrapped around his neck.

"How do you want me to look at it then?" She murmured against his bare chest, she was so cold and the warmth of his skin cause her comfort in so many ways. 'Maybe that's why he didn't put a shirt on, he knew I would be cold?'

"You have been working for 15 years of your life, that I know of," he said looking down at her. "You taken care of so many people, you have taken care of me more times than I can count."

"Stop getting shot!" She scolded, her head popping off his chest, though you could hear the humor in her voice.

"Anyway!" He continued in a sing song voice, and they both shared a small laugh thankful for the tension breaker. "Let me make all those times up to you, your not being weak or incapable," he said kissing her forehead. "You are only human, Olivia."

Sighing she nodded into his chest believing his words, she shivered and clung to him tighter as they walked out into the cold night.

Elliot carefully set her in the passenger seat of his car, and shut the door gently, not wanting to shake the car and make Olivia uncomfortable. He knew that Olivia had spent a lot of time in the car with that monster and that could play into effect as to why she didn't want to go to the doctor, she didn't want to get in the car.

"You forgot your shirt," Olivia said, as she buckled herself. She couldn't help but stare at his perfectly chiseled chest. Elliot looked over at her and winked, before starting the car.

She let her eyes close in slight content that she was right, he had done it for her. She stared out the window, though she was doing this for Elliot she was still upset about it and she wanted him to see that.

The only placed she wanted to be was at home, in their bed. With him laying beside her, holding her as she slept peacefully knowing he was there with her.

They drove in silence the whole way to the hospital, Elliot knew that she was angry but when she was feeling better she was going to thank him.

When they got there Elliot was out of the car in a matter of seconds and was at her side. He opened her door and she went to get out grabbing his arm, but her leg buckled under the pressure. He set her back down inside the car, it was too much of an awkward angle to pick her up.

"I'm going to get you a wheelchair," he told her and started to run towards the entrance before she had a chance to stop him.

Now Olivia was alone, in an empty, dark, parking lot since it was so early in the morning. Even though she knew that Lewis was dead, she still couldnt shake the feeling that he was here, watching her. Waiting to get her.

"Elliot, wai-" She called, but he had already disappeared into the building.

Her eyes began to wander over the parking lot and her heart began to beat faster at the thought of being alone. The last time she was in an empty parking lot was with him…

"I told you not to scream!" Lewis hissed, whipping around to look at her laying in the back floor of the car. They had just left Olivia's apartment, and Lewis had parked in an abandoned parking lot. They had just encountered a questioning cop, and too bad for him, he didn't make it. At this moment, Lewis was so mad at Olivia he wasn't sure if she would make it to their "special" place. Climbing out of the car he slammed the door and the entire car shook, she closed her eyes in fear of what he was going to do to her.

He ripped the back door open, staring down at her form. "Get up!" He growled uncuffing her from the door. She lie there limply on the floor, and looked up at him. She knew this was one of his degrading tricks. He got off on the fact that she was struggling. "I said get up!" Her body jolted at his yell. Knowing there was no way out of this, she started to sit up.

Immediately her mind went dizzy from the drugs and booze, she tried to grab the seat to help pull herself up; but she couldn't do it.

"You're a good for nothing weak piece of ass!" He hissed climbing into the back with her, he grabbed her waist and ripped her from the floor. She cried out feeling everything in her body disagree with the movement.

"I'm sorry! Please stop!" She cried out, but he wasn't stopping. Once he finally got her on her back, he straddled her.

"At least you have a hot ass," he smirked moving down to straddle her legs, he started to harshly unfasten her pants. He got out of the car and pulled the pants off, then threw them in the parking lot. "Legs for days," he husked sliding his hands up her legs. She let out a cry when his hands ripped down her panties as well, she wanted to reach down to cover herself but whatever he had given her an hour ago made her too weak to move. It was as though she were paralyzed but able to feel everything.

"Look at you," he hummed biting his lip, staring into the car. "I want nothing more than to fuck the hell out of you, but I want us to wait till I can take my time with you." Hearing this she was slightly relived. "For now we can just play," he laughed climbing back in the car. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and tore it all the way to the top.

"You make it so hard to wait," he groaned pulling the bra from her covered breasts, leaving her completely exposed to him.

"N-" she cried out as he started to fondle her breasts now.

"They are so full," he said letting out an appreciative hum. "What was it that you were saying darling?" He asked leaning down to lick her nipple.

She could do nothing but whimper, she tried to speak but for some reason she could no longer form words. She hated when her body would actually react to his touch. There were no worse time then this, when she wanted nothing more than for him to kill her.

"You like that baby?" He asked against her chest, she wanted to look away but the medication would not allow her movement of her head; so she was forced to watch as he did as he wanted to her body.

He kissed down her stomach, he was mad at her but he knew the best way to get back at her was to get her to react when she couldn't stop herself. He knew that all this was the worst thing he could do to someone as strong as Olivia. He was taking control out of her hand.

He looked up at her with a smirk when he felt goosebumps form on her stomach. "You love it, your body loves it," he said, his tongue dipping into her navel.

Elliot came rushing back to a sight that broke his heart, Olivia was sitting in the front thrashing her arms around as if someone was attacking her. "Please stop it!" She screamed. He hated seeing her like this, it only ever really happened when she was alone.

That's when his eyes widened, he left her. Alone. In a dark scary parking lot.

Running to the car he let the wheelchair rest against the car. "Liv!" He yelled but she didn't respond, only screamed louder and thrashed harder. He dodged one of swings, that was dangerously close to connecting with his eye.

He was so stupid for leaving her alone, and he knew that. He thought that he was horrible for pushing her too hard earlier but this was worse. This was awful. Seeing her trapped in her own waking dream. He felt like complete shit for being the one who did this to her.

He knew the consequences of trying to wake a victim having a vivid flashback, but he didn't care at the moment. He knew he was being selfish but he couldn't stand seeing her in so much pain.

He put his hands on her shoulders, her hands darted out to hit his chest. He winced but took it, he wrapped his arms around her body and held her close. He placed small kisses on her temple as he pulled her to parking lot ground and whispered soft comforting things into her ear.

Surprisingly, it snapped her back to reality quickly, and she stopped fighting her imagination/him. "Elliot?" She whispered softly, and looking up into his tear filled eyes.

"I'm sorry, Liv. God I am so sorry," he whispered holding her tighter as his tears fell as fast as hers did.

"Don't leave me!" She sobbed clutching him, her arms so tight around his body and his hers that they feared they were slowing down each others breathing.

"Never again," he whispered and picked her up, forgetting all about the wheelchair. He didn't want to ever put her down again. If it meant that every time he set her down she would go into a flashback, he was never letting her leave his arms again.

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