Yea I'm back home so I can write again. Not long till the 15th now.
Thanks for waiting, hope you like this chapter, I think E/O fans will. This is a pretty long chapter, or at least it is on paper, and I have quite small writing.
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately.
Chapter 9
Three days later
Finally Olivia had escaped the hospital. She had tried to discharge herself the day after waking up but Cragen had told her she had to stay in longer and let the Dr's fix her up or she wasn't allowed to come back to work till August, and it was March and she wanted to be back before June, so she followed his orders, for once.
It was 2.30 in the morning and she was sat up in bed. She had grabbed a book to read but it was just lying open on the bed, she had been too distracted by the rain on her bedroom window.
After she had woke up in the hospital she had found it hard to sleep, apart from the times when the nurses had given her drugs in which to do so. They had given her pain killers to take when she was discharged, but ironically they had prescribed her Vicodin and understandably it was something she didn't want to take.
Elliot, who was staying on her couch, had tried to persuade her to take them but she had refused, telling him she didn't need them, but then taking aspirin when he wasn't around, for what little bit of good they did.
No matter how much she tried she could not get comfortable in bed. Her bruised body ached, her fractured arm throbbed and she had pins and needles around her stab wounds.
She pulled herself, painfully, out of bed. She wanted a drink of water and some more aspirin so she crept as quietly as she could across her apartment and into the kitchen.
When she finally got there, successfully having not woken Elliot up, she opened up a drawer and rummaged about until she found the aspirin she was keeping hidden from Elliot. She was hoping there would be a glass on the sink but Elliot had cleaned up and put them all back in the cupboard.
She reached up and opened the cupboard door, she tried to grab a glass but she couldn't reach one. Normally all she would have to do is stretch, but she couldn't do that at the moment. She cursed inwardly at the stupidly tall last tenant of her apartment who had installed the cupboards high up just to meet their needs.
She suddenly got the stupid idea to jump up and grab a glass that way. She managed the jump, barley, and was even able to wrap her fingers around a glass but before she had even landed on her feet she bashed her stomach on the worktop.
She cried out in pain, holding her stomach as the glass smashed all over the kitchen floor. She was holding her stomach and knew from the sticky warmth she could suddenly feel seeping through her fingers, it was bleeding.
"Liv, what the hell are you trying to do?" She suddenly heard Elliot say.
She hadn't even heard him wake up. "I wanted a drink." She said barley audible.
She wanted to lie down and possibly curl up and cry. As she went to step out to start walking back to her bed, she was quickly stopped by Elliot. "Liv don't move…." He said to her as he began stepping over the shards of glass. "…there's glass everywhere." He told her, she seemed a little out of it.
He could see the blood, so he carefully scooped her up in his arms, she buried her face into his bare chest and he could feel her hot tears on his skin. He carefully stepped back over the glass.
He carried her over to the couch and after pulling back the comforter she had given him to use he laid her down on it. He ran off to the bathroom where he knew she kept a first aid kit
He walked back over to her carrying it and was already searching through it for what he needed. He got back to the couch and knelt down on the floor in front of her. She had her hand over her face and he knew it was because she was crying.
Her top was soaked with blood so he carefully lifted it up slightly. The bandages she had over her wounds were soaked through too. He reached into the kit and pulled out a small pair of scissors, and began cutting the wraps of bandages on her stomach.
Once he had cut up the side of the bandages he gently peeled the wrap back, wincing himself, feeling her pain. He knew this was hurting her because she kept making little whimpering noises and her breathing was getting quicker.
Some of her stitches had burst which had opened up her wounds slightly, causing the bleeding. He grabbed some pads from the kit and held them down, purposely adding pressure to stop the bleeding. She flinched and whimpered again. Then she hit the back of the couch, her way of dealing with the pain.
"Sorry Liv." Elliot said feeling guilty.
She just shook her head. "It's not your fault." She told him.
"Some of you stitches have burst, I'm gonna take you back to the hospital." He told her as he changed the pads.
"Elliot no, I'm not going back to the hospital." She told him defiantly.
"Liv…" He began.
"No Elliot." She said more firmly, glaring at him so he knew she wasn't going to back down.
"Fine, but you're taking you Vicodin." He said matter-of-factly.
"No I'm not." She told him clearly.
"Olivia you're in pain, not taking your meds is only gonna slow down your recovery." He said impatiently.
"Elliot I am not taking Vicodin." She exclaimed.
"Yea well you need to." He said.
Yea well…" She said pathetically.
"Why are you being so stubborn? Why don't you want to take the Vicodin?" He said, becoming a little annoyed.
"That's why." She said.
"No Olivia, that's not an answer. Why don't you want to take the Vicodin?" He asked her again. She just seemed to be ignoring him. "Liv..?"
"NO Elliot..!" She yelled, causing herself pain.
"Okay, okay." He said backing down. He didn't want her causing herself more pain. Once she had calmed down again he decided to question her.
"Liv, why don't you want to take the Vicodin? I know you had it in prison, the hospital found traces of it in your system." He informed her.
"I didn't want to take it." She told him.
"You were just keeping your cover…" He said "…I understand."
"I didn't willingly take it." She told him.
Elliot was slightly confused. She still hadn't provided them with an account of what had happened. It had hurt her too much to speak and Cragen had decided he would wait as long as they could for her account of what had happened. Parker wasn't going anywhere and Harris certainly wasn't.
"Parker held me down and threw it down my throat, then covered my nose and mouth till I swallowed it." She told him. Just having to remember it made her feel sick.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." He said to her. "Well can I at least get you something else for the pain?" He asked her.
"Yea. Aspirin, that's what I've been taking." She said.
"And it's been working?" He asked.
"Not really." She said.
He just laughed at her. "Women…" He said.
"Hey!" She said, hitting him. "Ouch." She quickly added.
He continued to laugh. He had managed to stop the bleeding and he just needed to bandage her back up. "Can you stand up for me?" He asked her.
She nodded and slowly began trying to sit up. He quickly helped her, practically lifting her to her feet and standing her up in front of the couch. "I need to take your top off?" He said.
"So soon, my my Elliot we haven't even had a first date yet." She said sarcastically.
"You' know at least when you're in pain your not so sarcastic." He replied with a smile.
"Charming." She replied. The pain had begun to drift now the bleeding had stopped.
They both smiled at each other, it was fast becoming awkward. Yes they had kissed but that was one thing, shedding clothes and exposing body parts, even partially covered body parts, was another thing.
Elliot slowly reached out and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and began lifting it up. He took it over her one arm which she was able to pull out herself then he pulled it over her head, ruffling up her hair which he thought made her look completely adorable. He then gently pulled her arm out of her sling and slowly pulled the shirt down over her cast and off her arm.
He then passed her the shirt whilst he put her arm back into the sling. He grabbed a couple of pads from the kit and held them down over the first wound. "Will you hold this for me?" He asked her.
"With what hand?" She asked him sarcastically.
He grabbed the shirt from her hand and threw it down on the coffee table. "This one." He said stroking her arm, sending a shiver up both their spines.
Once he had stuck both of the pads down He grabbed a roll of bandaging. He held the beginning of the roll down on her stomach and began wrapping it around her back, and across her front.
She couldn't help but stare at his eyes, loving the concentration and tenderness in them. He looked up at her as he noticed her staring at him. "What?" He asked her, looking at her even as he continued wrapping the bandage round her. He didn't need to look at her he had her memorized.
She didn't answer him she just kept staring at him. He stared back, still wrapping her wounds, until he could resist no longer and as he leaned forward to reach around her back he quickly kissed her, then he moved back to wrap it round her front before leaning forward to kiss her again as he wrapped it around her back, this time she kissed him back, knowing he wouldn't want to move away then.
He didn't pull back and he stopped wrapping. She brought her hand up to his face and placed it on his cheek, brushing her thumb over his skin. He wanted to touch her, hold her whilst they kissed, but he had to keep hold of the bandage.
The kiss was becoming deeper and an electricity was quickly passing between them, both of their bodies were reacting to the kiss.
Elliot couldn't take it any longer, he needed to be able to touch her body, hold her in his arms. He pulled away from the kiss and they both took the pause to get their breaths back. He quickly, but carefully finished off applying her bandage, needing it to be done so his hands could be free.
The moment he had finished he placed his hands lightly on her hips whilst he re-connected his mouth with hers. She put her hand on the back of his neck, easing him closer to her, demanding more from him, Elliot obeyed her needs, happily.
He slid his hands up her back and began to trail kisses from her lips, across her jaw and down onto her neck. He was stroking the nape of her neck and it was driving her wild. "El…" She moaned, she wanted him, needed him.
He began kissing her chest, moving down onto the top swell of her breasts, kissing and gently sucking her flesh. His hands slid down onto her shoulder blades, where they lingered for a moment then slid down to the small of her back.
They were both becoming lost in the moment and they both wanted more from each other, wanted more of a connection. Elliot pulled her closer to him, forgetting about her injuries. "Ugh…" She suddenly cried in pain.
"Shit. Liv I'm sorry." He said. He felt like hitting himself and stamping 'stupid' to his forehead. "Maybe we should wait till you're not so fragile." He said, he wanted her but not if that meant hurting her. He wanted her when they could explore every inch of each others bodies.
She just nodded. She still had her hand on his neck, she didn't want to let go of him. He was lightly stroking the top of her back with his finger tips. "Will you sleep with me?" She asked him.
Elliot looked at her, confused. "Hold me Elliot. Sleep next to me and hold me in your arms. Please…" She said, her eyes pleading with his.
"I'd love to." He replied.
She smiled relief and took his hand in hers and led him to her bed. She slowly crawled in first, her body unable to move much quicker than a snails pace, moving over to make room for him next to her. He climbed in, feeling a little strange at first.
He switched the lamp off next to the bed and pulled the comforter up over them both. He turned on his side, Olivia could only lie on her back but she snuggled into him. He had one arms resting under her neck and resting on her shoulder.
The other he moved to rest on her stomach, under her wounds. She reached down under the comforter and took his hand in her own. They both lay facing each other and although it was dark they could still see each others faces.
"You look different." Olivia told him.
"Better or worse?" He asked her.
"Different." She told him again.
"Well you look stunning." He said.
She smiled at him then snuggled even closer to his warm body. He tightened his grip on her hand and began to caress her stomach with his thumb.
She hadn't slept properly for days, not only because of her pain, but also because she was having night terrors about being back in Sealview with Parker and Harris in the isolation room. Sometimes they would just beat her and she would be saved by Elliot and the others, other times Elliot wouldn't get there and she would be raped. Those nights she couldn't go back to sleep.
But now she felt secure, she had always felt safe in Elliot's arms, the few times she had been in them. She knew tonight she would be able to sleep without any night terrors torturing her.
TBC
See, how long was that?
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Not total E/O loving yet, but it'll get there in the end.
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