She was still unconscious but now there was more hope. And he prayed a silent prayer to God for her. He paced the room, he wanted her awake.
The Sunday evening was boring as the detectives all drew near her bedside just to watch her sleep. The week ran off fast and still her condition hadn't seem to be improving she was still unconscious and her small frame seemed to be sinking into the bed. It seemed to be hurting more than healing to watch her like that. But what could they do? The answer was nothing. The doctors were in and out checking temperature and blood pressure which they said was on the low side. The machine that monitored her heart it looked as though it was going to run into a thin line and pronounce her dead then pick up it agonizingly slow rate. It was torture, and as they leaned to kiss her cheek to leave again no-one saying a word he was felt all alone with her once more.
Elliot leaned back in the chair it had been his bed for the past week and it was getting anymore comfortable, but he could live with that. Once she woke up.
A loud sound penetrated the abnormally silent room and Elliot found he was standing on his feet and watching a thin line which showed her heart rate. There where people rushing in ushering her out, they were arguing and soon they drew the screen and shut him out!
This was too much, he couldn't bear this anymore. He walked away, he knew when they came out she would be dead and he didn't want to hear it, so he felt.
Clear! 1, 2, 3 Clear!
"She's coming back, mask!"
The words floated around in her head and she tried to open heavy eyelids, she groaned with pain and a searing pain in her chest, she felt as though a truck ran her over and fought to open her eyes. There was a light shining into her face people gathered round and moving so fast they were making her dizzy. She coughed as she felt too much air forcing into her lung. Stop! A man in white commanded and the people froze. "Miss Benson can you hear me?" the man asked leaning over her. Her eyes were closing again and she was fighting like hell to keep them open. "Her blood pressure is decreasing rapidly I need 20 cc…" the voices were trailing off and she was fighting like hell to keep her eyes open. She fought like hell and soon she opened her eyes again to the chaos she had just witnessed. The man asked her the question again and she nodded, because her mouth was too dry to utter a word.
15 Minutes later.
"Welcome back Miss Benson do you know where you are?" the same man with brown hair and green eyes asked, he looked cute she conceded and tried to speak.
"No, where am I?" the words sound foreign and if the odor she smiled came from her mouth it seems a tooth-brush has been stranger to her mouth.
"You are in the hospital, you were shot…"
Hospital! Shot! Oh no Elliot!
She sucked in too much air and realized she was struggling to breathe, but that didn't stop her from trying to speak.
"Is Elliot… my partner… alright?" she managed to get out at last.
"Yes, you need to stop talking," her eyes were closing again but this time she couldn't fight it, and she went willingly to the darkness.
The group of detectives, and friends from the precinct was delirious with happiness, Olivia was back and they stood watching her as her eyes fluttered open.
"Olivia!" it was Cragen voice she heard as she opened her eyes to smiling faces.
"Oh Liv you gave us quite a scare, can you hear me?" he asked when she only looked at them.
"Yes," her voice was low but it was all they needed she was alive! Though her eyes looked distant and she watched all her friends, they were all there except one.
They kissed her and bade her goodbye and left only one person Alex Cabot.
"Hey" she said her voice tight with emotion and Olivia could she the glistening of tears in her eyes.
"Hey Alex, I missed you" Olivia said with tears brimming in her own eyes.
"Aw don't cry if you do they are going to put you to sleep, you need you rest" Alex told her.
"Where is he Alex?" she asked her eyes filled with pain at knowing she had failed.
"I'm not sure, we tried to track him down when you woke up but we had no luck" she replied gripping Olivia's hand.
"He's alive?" she asked not able to hide to joy that laced her words.
"Of course he is, that's why you are…" Alex trailed off, not wanting to remind her of the hell she just went through.
"Then where is he?" she asked her voice now filled with pain, he didn't even come to see me. He used me! Was her final thought before she closed her eyes.
