Wow! So, I haven't updated in over a year! Craziness! Last time I updated this I was 14, now I'm 16. To be honest, I just lost interest in writing for a while. Plus, I got a new computer and didn't have Word installed on it. I'm using a trial version now actually xD. Well…on with the story I guess! Lol

Disclaimer: Still not mine!

Hospital…

It had been 4 hours since they'd arrived at the hospital. Elliot rode with Olivia in the ambulance, and she passed out from exhaustion almost immediately. He held her hand the whole time.

The doctors had rushed her into a room, checking for internal injuries and any other traumas. Elliot was going insane!

Elliot…

He'd been sitting in the uncomfortable plastic chairs in the hospital waiting room for four hours! He'd started off worried and fearful, then angry, now numb! Why the hell isn't anyone telling me anything? Is she okay? Is she scared? Does she need me? Please, someone tell me something! PLEASE! He put his head in his hands and tried to summon his last ounce of patience. Nope. None left! He walked up to the front desk with determination.

"Excuse me! I've been sitting here for four hours! Why hasn't anyone told me anything about Detective Benson?" He barked it a little more harshly then he'd meant to at the young blonde behind the desk.

"Sir I apologize, but we're extremely busy right now! There was a five car pile-up on the freeway!" She said it with force, but the look in his eyes made her want to cry. Clearly, he was about to burst into tears. "You know what though? I'll get her doctor for you right now. Okay?" She gave him a small, sad smile.

"Thank you." He appreciated the kindness of this woman, and he almost felt bad for yelling at her just moments before…almost.

Olivia…

She'd been lying on the overly-firm hospital bed for hours. Well, she assumed it was hours. Her imprisonment, even for just three days, had destroyed her sense of time. It could have been two minutes; she wouldn't have known the difference.

She hadn't opened her eyes yet. She didn't want anyone to know she was awake. She didn't want anyone around her, talking to her. She didn't want them to make it a reality for her; she was still pretending it was all just a terrible nightmare.

Of course, that wasn't her only reasoning, but her other reason filled her with shame. I'm afraid. I'm afraid of men. I don't want them near me, looking at me. I'm weak. I'm used. They all know it. They know what he did to me. Elliot knows what he did to me. The whole squad, the doctors, everyone knows. They're judging me. Silently. I want to disappear. I can't do this. PLEASE let me die!

She heard the door open and figured the nurse was back to check on her. She kept her eyes closed, feigning sleep to avoid the looks she knew she'd have to face soon. However, when she heard the chair next to the bed sink in, she knew it wasn't the nurse. Elliot. Oh god! Still, she kept her eyes shut. Until she felt his hand wrap around hers and give it a gentle squeeze.

Elliot…

When he walked into the hospital room and saw her lying on the bed, he almost couldn't breathe. She was so small, so bruised, and so vulnerable. It pained him to see her that way. He walked over to the chair next to the bed and sat down. She appeared to be sleeping still, but her breathing told him otherwise. He reached over and took her hand into his, gently squeezing it. Slowly but surely, her eyes opened.

"Liv? Hey sweetheart. How do you feel?" He spoke in a soft tone to comfort her. It didn't seem to help though.

"El? I..I…" He saw the look on her face. She was scared, terrified even. Does she think I'm going to hurt her?

"Liv, honey it's okay! No one's going to hurt you. I promise you, I'll protect you sweety!" He saw her relax a little at those words, but she was still very tense.

"El...What…what happened to…him?" Her voice was so quiet, subdued. He was straining himself trying to hear her.

"He's dead. He called and told us where to find you. Then he shot himself." The look of surprise on her face told him that she wasn't expecting that response. He saw the relief on her face at his words though. "Liv, do you need anthing? Are you in any pain? Hungry, thirsty?"

"No. I'm fine. Thank you sir…I mean…Elliot." He watched her face turn a deep red at her slip of words. Did she just call me sir?

Olivia…

She realized her slip of the tongue almost immediately, but it was too late to take it back. The look on his face was one of confusion and concern. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why the fuck did I call him sir? The rational side of her knew that she was a victim. She was trained to call her rapist that, or be punished. It made sense that she had slipped. Her pride got the best of her though, and she was deeply ashamed of her mistake. What do I say now? Elliot spoke first.

"Liv…did you just call me…sir?" His tone was so soft, almost comforting to her.

"I…I'm sorry. It was a slip of the tongue." She hesitated before telling him the next part, he eyes averted towards the wall. "He made me call him that. If I didn't, he would beat me." Her voice was starting to break, and she felt the tears threatening to fall. God no! Don't break down, not now! Not in front of Elliot! He already thinks you're weak; don't show him just how right he is! She lost the mental war with herself; the tears started falling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry!" She choked out those words before the barriers completely broke. She pulled her knees up to her chest, sobbing into them. She was shaking so hard; she could barely breathe. The machines were screaming in protest of her panic attack.

"Liv! Liv, honey, its okay! Everything's gonna be okay! You gotta calm down baby! Liv?" She heard him talking to her, but her mind was too far gone to make any sense of his words.

A nurse, accompanied by a doctor, rushed into the room. They quickly gave her a sedative and then retreated from the room.

Okay so this chapter was a little slow, but I gotta get back into the story. Lol. Give me time. Reviews are welcome if you're still with me : )