A/N: Sorry it has been so long. I just started school. And so now I'm even busier then I was in the first place. But anyways, I hope that you have been enjoying the story, and I can't wait to right more.

Chapter 9

They were sitting in the waiting room.

It had been 3 hours since Elliot had rushed into the emergency room at Bellvue Hospital with Olivia. He had been told that he had to wait out in the waiting room, and Elliot had just stopped pacing the floors an hour ago.

She had massive internal bleeding. That is what the doctor, the one doctor that had the balls to come out had told them. The doctors didn't know if their girl was going to make it through the night.

The doctor had told them that it was probably best for them all to go home and get some rest. But with one look into their sad worried eyes he backed off and went back behind the forbidden doors.

That was the last time a doctor had come out, and that was now an hour ago! Elliot and the boys sat there and stared at the clock...

2 minuets crawled by, and still no sign of the doctor. That is when Elliot felt the hand in his shoulder. He whipped his head around, hopping that it was a doctor, or nurse, or even, maybe, Olivia, but I was saddened to see only the sympathetic look on Munch's face.

Munch said, "Elliot, man, you should go down to the cafeteria and grab some food. Their coffee is probably better than mine is. Come on man, we're all here. If something changes, we'll call you right away. So come on. Go!"

Eliot didn't even have the strength to argue with him, and he knew that Munch was right. He wasn't doing anybody any good just sitting here and watching the clock. So he stood up.

"If anything, and I mean ANYTHING changes, I am the first person you call, got it!" He demanded of his coworkers.

"We wouldn't think of calling anyone else first." This came from Fin.

"Good!" Elliot roared as he stalked out of the still, boring, tension filled waiting room.

Elliot got back 10 minuets later, holding a cup of coffee for each of his friends. He walked into the waiting room at the exact moment his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. He cursed, put the coffee on the table, and looked up as he began fishing his phone out of his pocket. He then noticed that everyone in the room, which included his coworkers, and two doctors.

He also noticed that Cragen had his phone in his hands. Cragen shut his phone, and walked over to his detective.

"Elliot, its 'Liv. She-" Cragen began, but was cut off.

"NO! SHE DID NOT DIE!" Elliot said in a pain, and panic filled voice

"No, Elliot, that's just it, she's not. She woke up 5 minuets ago, but she screams every time someone try's to get into the room to check on her. Elliot... She is screaming for you son." Cragen said. His voice held joy, disbelief.

"Well why didn't you tell me that in the first place? My god! Were is she? Lead me to her! Let me help her!" Elliot stated. A never before known urgency in his voice, a tone that the doctors didn't want to challenge.

They lead him to her, all the while warning him that she didn't look good, but that she was going to be physically fine.

He got to her door, took a deep calming breath, and opened the door to his partner, his best friends hospital room...

TBC

A/N: Alright, I held up my end, now your urn, you already read it, now review!!