Pieces Chapter 5
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Alex's P.O.V.
After we left Olivia to rest peacefully, George and I sat in the living room to talk. "George, is she going to be alright?" I asked with a forlorn expression.
"She'll be tired for a little bit. I gave her enough sedatives to make her sleep for 20-24 hours. That should give her enough rest," George advised me.
"Okay, but what about her emotional state?" I asked with a hint of helplessness laced through my voice. "Oh, well, it depends on how much support she has; how much love she feels. Just show her that you're there for her; that you love her no matter. Like, for example, holding her when she sleeps. Just be there for her and love her uncondionally. Explain to her that your shooting and rape wasn't her fault, that there wasn't anything she could do about it," George explained to me, "Just give her stability."
"Okay. I love her so much. If anything happened to her...," I started but trailed off. George nodded in an understanding. "Alex, are YOU going to be alright considering?" he questioned softly. I replied, "Yeah. I was seeing a psychiatrist in the Program. I've learned how to deal with the rape and shooting. It's in my past; I don't let it define who I am or who I'll be."
George smiled at my personal progress and congratulated me, "Good, Alexandra. You've made a lot of progress." I gave him a small smile and thanked him politely.
"I have to go, Alexandra. I'll talk to you later. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ring me," he said, excusing himself to go to his office for a scheduled appointment with his patient. We hugged and I thanked him again with a warm smile. I closed the front door and leaned back into the heavy oak.
I knew Olivia hated for people to see her vulnerable, but she let all guards and walls down as soon as she stepped through our front door; leaving work at the station. I'm used to both sides of Olivia; the fearless woman passionate and devoted to her job, and her other side which she only displays within her. I adore every side of her. She doesn't wear her heart on her sleeves, as they say, but I can tell when something's bothering her.
Right now, minus the effects of the sedatives, she feels worthless, disgusted at White, strained; her body oblivious to this. She feared my mortality had been increased, and Witness Protection didn't help the situation either. We slowly accepted Camryn's death, as horrible as it was. At least she went knowing she was loved. She absolutely hated my situation during Witness Protection for it was precarious; the way Velez covered his attachments to his group was stunningly meticulous.
I slowly padded my way into our bedroom. I crouched down to look at Olivia more closely, and I untangled herself from her fetal position. With a sad sigh, I dropped a chaste kiss to her forehead and got up from my crouching position. I carefully unclothed her delicious body. Clad in a bra and panties, I gave her normally strong body a onceover in a worried manner; noticing how her usually glowing skin was now pallid, her strong frame of body now gaunt and tired-looking. Covering her body up with the comforter, I whispered "I love you, sweetie. Please get better, baby, for me," to my love.
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R&R, hope you liked...? this was just a distraction until I could complete my other chapter(s).