A/N: Thanks to xXBlissfulCursesXx, GiLmOrE-fan-SvU-feak, ghettobabe510 and Danibanixx for you lovely reviews.
Last time:
Dr Carter walked up to Dr Knight and they went in to the doctor's lounge and sat down on the couch.
"So have you talked to Olivia Benson?"
Dr Carter nodded. "Yes and I'm a bit concerned"
Dr Knight sighed. "What is she suffering from?"
"I'm afraid that Olivia Benson is suffering from…….
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"I'm afraid that Olivia Benson is suffering from Dissociative Identity Disorder. Her mother's death may have been one of the triggers. I'm very concerned, so I would like to get her started on anti-depressants and Expressive Therapy. Also I think that she needs to be closely watched by Elliot, because he seems to be the one person that she can really trust"
Dr Knight sighed and nodded. "Ok, I'll go break the news to her. Thanks" he said then walked to Olivia's hospital room, where he found Olivia and Elliot on the bed together.
Olivia was fast asleep with her head on Elliot's chest as he quietly watched the TV.
Dr Knight walked in and sat on the chair beside the bed.
"Hi Elliot" Dr Knight whispered.
"Hey. What's up?" Elliot whispered back.
The older man sighed. "You need to wake Olivia for this news"
"Why? What's wrong?" Elliot asked concerned.
Dr Knight rubbed his temples. "Really, Elliot, you should wake her up"
Elliot just nodded and gently shook Olivia wake.
Olivia woke confused and startled. "Huh? What's going on?"
"Dr Knight has something to tell you, babe. Do you want me to stay?"
Olivia nodded, not taking her head off Elliot's chest.
"So what's wrong, Doctor?" Elliot asked again.
"Olivia, I'm afraid that you are suffering from Dissociative Identity Disorder and your mother's death may have been one of the triggers"
"Huh? What the hell is that?" Olivia asked in confusion.
"It's mental illness, the symptoms that you are currently suffering from are: depression, post traumatic stress, suicidal attempts and self-mutilation, which can be treated by anti-depressants and other treatments. But, Dr Carter would like you to take anti-depressants and undergo Expressive Therapy, which will allow you to explore and express your feelings and/or thoughts through music or art"
Olivia began to cry and Elliot laid a loving kiss on her head.
"Can you please give us a moment, Dr Knight?" Elliot asked.
Dr Knight nodded. "Sure" he replied as he got up and left.
Olivia snuggled closer to Elliot as she cried. "I told you that I was fucked up, El" she sobbed.
Elliot sighed as he ran a soothing hand through her hair. "Honey, as I said before, you aren't fucked up. You're just sick and require some help and that's what I am here for. I won't ever leave you, understand?"
Olivia nodded in to his chest. "Thank you"
"Anytime, babe. We will work through this; I promise you that I will be there for you every step of the way"
Olivia thought in silence for a moment before speaking again. "That means I'm not allowed to work anymore"
Elliot gave her another kiss on the head. "Yeah, babe, it does. I'm sorry, but right now you need to focus on yourself"
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Olivia was released from the hospital 2 days later, under Elliot's care and was required to attend Expressive Therapy classes twice a week at the hospital for the first month or two.
Olivia and Elliot woke to the alarm clock at 8am, today was Olivia's first therapy session and Elliot was going with her for support.
Olivia moaned and hid her head under the covers as Elliot turned the alarm off, and quietly laughed at her.
"Liv, honey, we've gotta get up, you have therapy at 9:30"
Olivia groaned. "I don't wanna get up"
Elliot went under the covers and began to tickle her. She actually laughed for the first time in weeks.
"Ok, ok, mercy, El, mercy"
Elliot laughed as he and Olivia got out of bed.
"Go have a shower, Liv. And I will make breakfast"
Olivia nodded and walked in to the bathroom. Elliot had hidden anything that she could use to cut herself, she wasn't impressed, but was grateful that he cared so much about her.
She had a shower and then went in to the bedroom and dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and nice pink shirt, before brushing her hair.
She walked in to the kitchen 20 minutes after she went for a shower, to find Elliot placing a plate of pancakes on the table for her.
Elliot gave her a kiss on the lips. "Enjoy your breakie, babe. I'm gonna take a shower"
He didn't like leaving her in the kitchen with all those knifes, but if he hid those as well, he knew that she would go crazy at him for it.
Elliot returned about 20 minutes later, to find Olivia washing the breakfast dishes and whistling.
He walked up behind her and snaked his arms around her waist. "Did you take your medication this morning?"
Olivia rolled her eyes, as she washed the last dish, "Yes, dad"
Elliot laughed. "Ok, ok I deserved that. But you know I love you, babe"
Olivia dried her hands and turned around Elliot's arms. "Honey, I know you care and love me. But I know when to take my medication" she said then kissed him on the lips.
Elliot deepened it, but Olivia pulled back looking over at the clock.
"Shit, we gotta go, El"
Elliot nodded and took her hand. Olivia grabbed her handbag from the counter near the door and they left. As they walked to the car, Elliot realised that Olivia was shaking. He stopped walking and stopped her beside him. "Honey, are you ok?" he asked as he gave her a hug.
Olivia nodded in his chest. "Yes, just a bit nervous I guess. I've never been in a therapy session"
Elliot kissed her head. "It'll be fine, babe. I'll be right there with you"
Olivia took a deep breath. "Thank you, El. But we better go now, otherwise we'll be late"
Elliot nodded and took her hand and they walked the rest of the way to the car.
A/N: Please review! Olivia's first therapy session in next chapter, but it may not be all medically correct, cos I've never had a therapy session. But it's just a story!!