Okay, since ya'll are reviewing so nicely, here's chapter three! Enjoy, and please review!

This chapter is dedicated to storrms, addicted, mhbuttaz, and all my other fruit loops! Let's go, peeps! Roadtrip!

Disclaimer: They ain't mine. (cries miserably)

Soft moans pulled Olivia from her uneasy sleep, and immediately her eyes flew to Elliot. He was tossing and turning restlessly, and Olivia's heart broke. Her best friend needed her, and she couldn't even hold him.

And I'd give up forever to touch you

Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now

"El? El, I'm right here. I'm right here, baby," she called softly, watching him intently.

He continued to move restlessly, his moans increasing in volume. The beeps of his heart moniter grew more frequent, and Olivia began to panic.

Glancing around a room, she spotted a pair of crutches, and an idea entered her mind.

After a moment of contemplation, she struggled and shifted until her injured leg was out of the traction. Then she carefully hung her legs over the bed, saying, "Hold on, El. I'm coming."

Standing up, she shifted her weight to her uninjured leg, then hopped to where the crutches were resting against the wall. With a determined grunt she grabbed the crutches, placed them under her arms, and hobbled over to Elliot's bed.

He was thrashing around on the bed, moaning softly. Sweat was pouring from his forehead, and he was shivering slightly.

Freeing her hand, she grabbed his right hand and squeezed it gently.

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

But sooner or later it's over

I just don't want to miss you tonight

"El? I'm here, honey," she said, grasping his big hand in her small one. She let out a small gasp when she felt a small pressure on her hand, but then she just thought it was her imagination playing tricks on her.

"Elliot, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand," she instructed softly, holding her breath.

Her heart fluttered when she felt the small pressure on her hand again, and she smiled.

Ignoring the stabbing pain in her ankle, she leaned her crutches against the wall and carefully lifted herself onto Elliot's bed.

Lying beside him, Olivia rested her head on his chest and carefully draped her arm over his waist, basking in the warmth that his body provided.

Almost immediately she felt him relax, and she sighed in relief as his heart rate returned to a normal pace.

Moving her head to rest in the hollow of his neck, Olivia kissed his neck and whispered in his ear.

"Come back to me, Elliot. I need you."

She thought for a moment.

"I love you, Elliot. Please don't leave me," she begged, burying her face in his neck and inhaling his unique scent. She felt him tremble slightly, and she tightened her arm around his waist, pulling him closer against her.

Tears slipped silently down her cheeks, and she kissed his neck again, closing her eyes.

"I love you," she whispered, closing her eyes.

"My Elliot..."

And I don't want the world to see me

Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

As Elliot slowly regained consciousness, he was vaguely aware of a heaviness pinning him against the bed. He struggled to open his eyes, and when he finally forced them open, he realized that he was in a hospital room.

As his blurry vision cleared, Elliot realized that he wasn't the bed's only occupant. He watched in awe as Olivia's chest rose and fell in time with his, her breathing pace matching his own.

She was burrowed in his side, her face hidden in his neck, and with every breath she took, he could feel the hot rush of air against his neck. He saw that her arm was protectively draped across his stomach, as though to anchor him in place.

Unconsciously he shifted slightly, and Olivia tightened her hold on his chest, moved closer against him, and sighed in her sleep. Raising his left hand, he placed it on her arm, tenderly caressing it.

A movement at the door caught his eye, and he looked up.

He watched as a nurse slowly approached the bed, her arm outstretched. He guessed her intentions and raised his hand to stop her.

"Leave her alone," he whispered fiercely.

The young nurse nodded nervously and scurried out of the room, and Elliot returned his attention to Olivia.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing her hair.

He heard her sigh contentedly, and he smiled.

"My Olivia..."

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming

Or the moment of truth in your lies

When everything feels like the movies

Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

Cragen watched through the observation glass in sympathy and sadness. Olivia was asleep in Elliot's bed, her arm draped protectively over his stomach. The doctor's grim diagnosis was still ringing sharply in his mind.

Closing his eyes, he said a quick prayer, not for strength for himself, but for strength for Olivia.

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

Olivia felt the warm body beneath her, and she snuggled deeper into it, sighing happily. This is nice, she thought drowsily. Then she remembered who was under her and why.

Lifting her head, she studied his face for a moment.

God, please don't take him from me, she prayed silently, listening for his every breath. Please. I need him. I love him.

"Elliot," she began slowly. "Please don't give up. I need you so much."

She took another deep breath.

"I miss you, Elliot. You're more than my partner or my friend. I know it sounds so cheesy, but you are my other half. You know me better than I know myself."

Pause.

"I love you, El. I know you can beat this."

She tucked the top of her head under his chin, dragging her fingertips along his chest.

"I love you, too."

Olivia shot her head up, and smiled as she came face to face with Elliot's stunning blue eyes.

"Elliot."

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

Cragen watched, amazed, as Elliot pulled Olivia against his chest, kissing her hair.

"The doctor said he wouldn't make it through the night," Munch commented dryly, peering over the top of his dark sunglasses.

Cragen shrugged his shoulders and smiled, saying, "They don't know Elliot. I've never been happier to see a doctor wrong about something."

"You know that if they try to seperate them, one of them will escape, right?"

Cragen nodded, a huge grin nearly splitting his face. "I know. They won't be leaving each other's sides anytime soon. That's why I already made the arrangements to keep them in the same room."

Munch didn't look surprised.

And I don't want the world to see me

Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

"Elliot. You're awake," she said hoarsely.

He just smiled at her.

She reached her hand and placed it on his cheek, stroking his stubble roughened chin.

Without a word, Elliot raised his hand and placed it over the back of Olivia's neck. Pulling her face down till it was inches from his, he settled his mouth over hers, threading his fingers through her hair.

She was shocked at first, but she quickly melted into the kiss, using one hand to suspend her upper body over his, her other hand tenderly cradling his neck.

"Ahem."

A voice at the door interrupted their kiss, and they both looked up, slightly embarrassed.

"Miss Benson, you really shouldn't have moved. Your ankle needs to be as stable as possible," the doctor scolded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Olivia just shrugged, a blush creeping over her cheeks.

The doctor came closer, saying, "I am really amazed by this. I have never seen anything like it."

"Like what?" Elliot asked curiously, stealing a glance at Olivia.

"When you came to us, we had every reason to believe that you would not survive the night. That's why no one really said anything when Miss Benson climbed into bed with you. But after a while, your stats were almost back to normal. We were amazed at the profound effect Miss Benson's presence was seeming to have on you. And the fact that you're now conscious," the doctor said.

Elliot smiled at Olivia, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"But," the doctor drawled, "Miss Benson, now you need to go back to your bed. Your ankle needs to be in a traction until it's healed enough for you to leave."

"Are you going to split us up?" Elliot and Olivia asked simultaneously.

The doctor let out a deep chuckle, saying, "You can't stay in the same bed, obviously. But no, you two are going to stay in the same room. Together."

Elliot and Olivia smiled at each other, and when the doctor left the room, she recaptured his lips with hers.

And I don't want the world to see me

Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

TBC...

A/N: Okay, only one more chapter left! YAY!! Now, go review!