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"Honey…Sweet heart can you hear me? Can you tell me your name? Do you know where you are? Hurry, someone help me get her up off the floor…" an unfamiliar female voice flooded her mind.

"Olivia! Olivia, please open your eyes…" Elliot? What was going on? She wanted desperately to disappear back from where ever she had come from.

"Sir, we're going to need you to step back." The light was so bright. Couldn't they see how much the light pained her? It was melting her skin, her body would soon be a coat of hot wax on the now blood stained carpet. Blood. Had she hurt herself? Shards of glasses shimmered on the floor beside her.

Of course you hurt yourself. Remember? I own you, Olivia. You'll never escape me.

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The first thing Olivia could remember was being cold. No, not cold. She was freezing. Her body felt as though it had been chilled in a bucket of ice for hours. She slowly got up the nerve to open her eyes. She was in a hospital bed beneath a pile of about 6 towel-like blankets. Her brain felt as though it were trapped in quick sand. She was having extreme difficulty putting together her own thoughts. She did soon realize however that she was alone.

You're not alone stupid girl. I'm still here.

Olivia quickly shook her head and tried to stand. Her wrists remained restrained to the bars attached to the hospital bed.

"Damn." Olivia whispered to herself and rested her head back on the pile of pillows beneath her. White gauze bandages snaked their way up both of the detective's arms. What had she done? She was going to have a lot of fun explaining this one…

You're not going to explain anything.

Olivia shook her head again. The voice wasn't real. It wasn't. It couldn't be.

Are you sure about that?

"Knock, knock. I see someone's finally awake." A male doctor in his mid-forties entered the room. His eyes were dark and his hair was thinning. He wore black, thick rimmed glasses that made him look like a bug.

"Yeah." Olivia's voice cracked. What the hell was she supposed to say?

Nothing.

"Well Miss Olivia, you seemed to have had quite the episode…" Olivia quickly cut him off.

"Well, I had been drinking and I normally wouldn't have acted in such an irrational manner…"

"Do you drink often, Miss Benson?" The doctor's tone was starting to piss Olivia off.

"No. I was just upset…"

"I'd say you were more than just upset…"

"Well if you know so much about my own fucking brain then you can answer your own damn questions." Olivia hissed. The doctor took a few steps closer to the detective. She shifted uncomfortably on the bed.

"Such profane language from such a beautiful woman," His eyes quickly scanned Olivia then made their way back to her anger laced eyes. "I'm simply trying to get to the bottom of this issue you're having so we can help you heal."

"I'm dealing with it myself, thanks. I don't need your help. I don't need you to "heal" me." Olivia's eyes squinted as she spoke. The doctor smiled and flipped through a chart in his stubby hands.

"Well, unfortunately Miss Benson, you're going to be staying with us for a long while. At least until we get you stabilized." The doctor walked over to Olivia's bedside and began checking her vitals, scribbling notes every so often as he went.

"You may as well get comfortable. You're not going anywhere until I say you're not a threat to yourself or others." Olivia opened her mouth to object but quickly shut it. It would do her no good to fight with a prick like him.

"Aww, don't look so sour, detective. Just be a good girl and you'll be out of here in no time."