Wow last chapter had a lot of reviews. As promised here is the next.
Sorry this has taken so long my mom hijacked the computer.
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Chapter 7
Elliot had been in an ambulance before but never had it seemed such a deathly place to him. It smelt clean, just like hospitals do, and he hated that smell because he hated hospitals. He'd had too many people in his life go into them and never come back out, he wouldn't let that be the case with Olivia he wasn't ready to lose her yet, not that he ever would be.
He was holding her hand, as she lay on the trolley, it was shaking so bad that his hand was shaking too.
The medic that was driving had put the sirens on and had the lights flashing and was making the quickest route he could to Bellevue. The other medic was in the back he was holding big white pads over her stab wounds trying to stop, or at least slow, the bleeding.
Elliot looked around the ambulance it was covered in blood, her blood. It was dripping of the trolley and onto the floor and it was all over him from where he had wasted no time and carried her to the ambulance, rather than wait for the medics to find them in the prison.
Another ambulance had picked up Parker. Fin was driving with him to make sure he didn't try to run. That ambulance was behind somewhere. The driver of the bus Olivia was in was breaking all the speed limits and had left it behind as it sped through red lights.
"I need to set up an IV." The medic told Elliot. "Hold these for me." She said referring to the pads.
Elliot did what she said. He was using one hand to press them down and was gently stroking her hair with his other. "You're gonna be okay Liv we're nearly there. The Dr's are gonna get you fixed up." He reassured her.
She lifted her hand up and held onto his arm. "Thanks…for being my partner by the way…No man has ever put up with me…for as long…as…you have, you deserve some sort of reward…a medal." She said groggily, she tried to laugh but it was too painful for her to do.
"Yea well you're my reward, getting to work with you everyday." He said.
She squeezed his arm a little harder. She was in too much pain at the minute to think of anything to say. She closed her eyes. She wanted to sleep, when she closed her eyes it didn't hurt as much.
"Liv..!" Elliot shouted making her open her eyes again. "…Liv you have to stay with me! Keep looking at me! Keep talking!" He instructed.
"It hurts…" She mumbled.
"I know baby, but the medic is going to give you something to stop the pain."
The medic looked at Olivia, she had seen this before, she knew what was starting to happen and she knew Elliot knew as well. She just nodded and began putting some drugs into the line she had put into Olivia's arm.
"Come on hurry it up!" She yelled at the driver. "I'm going as fast as I can!" The driver yelled back to her.
"Vicodin…" Olivia said.
"What?" Elliot said confused.
"Parker…gave me…Vicodin" She said.
Elliot just looked up at the medic to make sure she had heard it incase it mattered, he then watched as the medic made a quick note.
"Elliot?" Liv muttered.
"I'm here…" He said.
"Do you remember our first day together, you hated me…" She said.
"I didn't hate you. I was scared of you." He confessed.
"Wha…Why?" She managed to say.
"Because you were the most beautiful woman I had ever saw." He said.
She managed a smile. Her grip tightened on his arm and she winced from the pain as the bus bounced on a crack in the road. "Will you stop driving like an idiot?!" Elliot yelled.
"This is the quickest way!" The driver yelled back.
"Elliot I'm cold…" Olivia said.
The medic stood up and pulled some blankets down and placed them over Olivia's legs. "That better?" Elliot asked.
She just nodded and her eyes began to drift closed again. "Olivia stay awake! Baby you can't go to sleep." He said.
She opened her eyes for a second before they fell shut again. "Olivia keep talking, please keep talking to me. Yell at me if you want. Come on, tell me how much of a jerk I can be." He pleaded.
She laughed a little bit. He could be a jerk at times, a huge jerk at other times, but she didn't care. She forgot about those times, usually it was only because of his passion for wanting to help a vic or put a perp away.
The pain was beginning to fade now and her body just felt heavy, but she was so cold. She looked at Elliot. "I'm cold." She cried.
"I know." He said. He was trying not to cry but tears were stinging his eyes and threatening to fall.
His hand was dripping with her blood as it was now just soaking through the pads. The medic passed him some new ones. "Don't take them ones off, just put these on top." She said.
Elliot did just that.
"El…" Olivia said weakly, he read her lips more than he heard her.
Her lips looked blue, her normal golden coloured skin was pale, and she felt cold. He kept stroking her face, wiping away the tears that where falling down her cheeks. "Liv please stay with me, I don't know what to do without you." He said.
She smiled at him, and squeezed his arm again. 'Come on Liv' he pleaded silently.
Her grip on his arm suddenly loosened then her hand slipped of his arm and her eyes fell shut. The medic was quickly acting. "Olivia? Olivia, honey squeeze my fingers." She said as she placed her fingers in Olivia's hand but she did nothing.
"How long?!" She yelled at the driver. "Five minutes!" He yelled back.
Elliot just looked at Olivia as the medic tried to find some life signs. He put his hands over his face. It was all he could do to stop himself from crying and he was trying to block the bloody scene out. It felt like it wasn't happening. It shouldn't be happening.
He moved his hands away, his face was smeared in her blood. Everything seemed to go silent as he watched the medic begin CPR on her. He was froze to the spot as he realized this was the moment he was going to lose her
Five days later
Elliot was sat in his car watching the funeral up ahead. He could see all the people in their suits gathered around looking down as the casket was lowered into the ground.
It was pouring rain and freezing cold, a perfect type of day for a funeral, if there ever was one.
He had come for one reason. Suddenly his phone went off. "Yea" He answered
"Elliot its Casey, she just woke up!" Casey said excitedly down the phone.
"Tell her I'll be right there." He said as he turned the engine on.
He had come to the funeral for one reason, to watch Harris go into the ground.
Now he was going to see Olivia. She'd been in a coma since arriving at the hospital and it had give him days to think of all the things he wanted to say to her, tell her all the things he felt and tell Kathy the way he didn't feel.
TBC
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