"Walter, this soup is delicious," Olivia commented while she loaded up her spoon again to take another slurp.
"Glad you like it my dear. It will warm your bones."
Peter's cell phone rang from across the room. "Excuse me," Peter said as he wiped his mouth with a napkin and got up from the table to retrieve his phone.
As the phone continued to shrill, Olivia's ears were suddenly hyper-sensitive to its sound. The ringing echoed loudly inside her head. Bright flashes of light began to penetrate her eyes. She quickly put her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly to try to make it go away, but she could not stop the visions that appeared in her mind. She felt the frigid river water filling her lungs as she struggled underneath the current. Then she was standing in William Bell's office. She heard him say something about the Observer. She saw Bell fill a syringe and felt the needle plunge into her arm. He was saying something about how she and Peter would need each other.
"Peter Bishop," Peter said into his phone as he flipped it open.
When the ringing of Peter's phone stopped, so did Olivia's vision. She tried to recover as quickly as possible so that Walter wouldn't notice, but she wasn't successful.
"Are you alright, Olivia?" Walter asked.
"Yes, fine. Just a headache, that's all," Olivia lied. She started to feel nauseous.
"Okay, thanks Astrid." Peter finished up his phone call and came back into the kitchen. "That was Astrid. Your blood tests came back, Olivia. They found traces of Lorazepam. Does that make any sense to you?"
"Lorazepam?" Walter said in surprise. "It's a mild sedative. I used to give it to you, Peter, when you had your nightmares...it was Belly's idea."
"Alright, Walter," Peter sternly cut off his father. "I'd rather not hear any more about my drug-induced childhood, thank you."
Olivia was about to lose her stomach. She lurched and swallowed while holding a hand to her mouth. She took off running for the nearest bathroom.
"Nice, Walter. Now look what you did." Peter followed Olivia.
"Hey, you okay?" Peter asked as he ducked his head inside the bathroom. He was just in time to see her kneeling in front of the toilet bowl holding her hair back. She flushed the remains, wiped her mouth, and took in a few deep breaths to calm herself. Her hands were shaking and her face was flushed.
"It's happening again, Peter."
"Olivia, you have a concussion. These symptoms are normal. You need to go lie down."
"There's nothing normal about what's happening to me."
"Look, don't let Walter scare you, okay? I know your blood test doesn't make sense right now, but we'll figure it out."
Peter stooped down and rubbed her back to try to calm her. She was visibly shaken, and it started to worry him.
"Come on," Peter said softly as he helped her up slowly. "I'm going to walk you upstairs to my bedroom. I'll get you some more pain meds and then you're going to bed."
She nodded. He was glad that she didn't protest.