Author's note -

I decided to update this because I printed off what I had written and took it to school to show some friends and they were like 'This is really good - you better type some more soon!' and because they can actually hurt me I decided I should probably do something about that cliffhanger from last time.

So anyway,

Here is chapter 4 - you've all been very patient.

Disclaimer: I have a black pen, a maths book, two glasses, a box of tissues, some speakers and several other possessions - none of which indicate I have any rights to SVU.. -cry- So basically, I don't own any of the characters that you recognize.

Enjoy...

"Hi Elliot, is there a Simon Marsden? You're both listed as next of kin." Dr Stanford asked.

"Simon will be here as soon as possible." Cragen answered when everyone faced him.

"Or now." Casey said.

"How is she?" Simon asked frantically as he ran up to the small group.

"As you know Elliot, she lost a lot of blood. We're running a transfusion now as we speak. The bullet just missed her stomach but caught the side of her abdomen so she just had damage to the flesh and a fractured rib which came dangerously close to puncturing her lung." Dr. Stanford finished.

"When can we see her?" Elliot asked, finding his voice.

"I can only take you and Simon now but I'll see if I can pull a few strings." Dr. Stanford smiled sadly.

"Thank you." Cragen returned the same smile.

Casey wiped her eyes and nodded her thanks as well.

"Now, would you two please follow me?" The doctor asked.

Elliot and Simon gave each other a side ways look and nodded in unison. They were led through a door followed by a series of corridors. Everyone kept the same pace until they finally reached Olivia's room.

Dr. Stanford stood out side the door and paused before turning the handle, ""She's not awake yet but I will allow you both to sit with her. I'll try and pull some strings and get…?"

"Don and Casey." Elliot supplied.

"And get Don and Casey up here as well. Please be quiet because Olivia needs to get her maximum amount of rest if she's going to recover quickly."

Simon and Elliot nodded before entering the room, "Thanks Doc." Elliot said quietly as the Doctor's caramel hair swished and she was gone.

Simon was already sitting beside Olivia's bed watching her, silently debating whether holding her hand would wake her or not. Elliot decided to help Simon with his thoughts.

"She's only come out of surgery half an hour ago. She'll still be out of it for a while, it won't wake her."

Simon gave an awkward smile, showing his gratitude and taking Olivia's hand in his.

Elliot remained in the door way and watched Olivia breathing, thankful that she still could.

The room stayed like that; still and silent, for over an hour before Elliot realised his foot was now asleep. He shifted a bit and Simon looked up at him, tears evident on his cheeks.

"I'm gonna go and get some coffee, you want one?" Elliot asked in a hoarse whisper.

Simon nodded and with that Elliot left.

When the door closed behind him Olivia stirred lightly in the bed but didn't fully wake.

Simon gripped her hand and watched as her features contorted in pain, physical or emotional – he was unsure. Olivia began to mumble in her sleep before saying something about Elliot not doing something. Before Simon could comprehend what was happening he heard Olivia shriek and watched her shoot up in bed before screaming in agony as her stitches pulled at the already tender area of her bullet wound.

Olivia fell back onto the bed and writhed in pain as the fog in her mind became more of a thick mist.

"You're okay, Olivia." Simon said quietly.

"Elliot?" Olivia groaned quietly.

"No, it's Simon." Simon pushed Olivia's hair back and smiled when she looked up at him.

"Simon?" Olivia asked; her voice full of grogginess.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Okay." Olivia sighed.

Her throat was dry and sitting up in bed so abruptly had completely shot her energy levels – no pun intended. She knew she was in a hospital but that was about all her mind could comprehend in her disoriented state.

Within seconds Olivia was back to sleep, already exhausted from the one minute conversation.

Simon sat back again and watched his sister sleep peacefully in her drug induced haze.

Elliot returned a couple of minutes later with two coffees in hand. He hand one to Simon before taking a sip of his own. The steaming black liquid slid down his throat and he was happy for the relief it washed over him.

They stayed in silence until Simon thought it was necessary to notify Elliot of what had happened a couple of minutes ago.

"She woke up."

Elliot was caught off guard by the statement that was made out of the blue.

"Oh."

"She thought I was you." Simon told him.

"What'd she say?"

"Nothing. She just thought I was you and then I said it was me and she said 'okay' and fell asleep." Simon shrugged as if it was nothing but the slight grimace that was clear to see on his lips said otherwise.

"What?" Elliot asked, his voice filling with concern.

"Nothing, just when she sat up she screamed because of her stitches or something I think but I know she was in pain." Simon faced away from Elliot to look back to Olivia who groaned in her sleep.

"I'll go and get a doctor to check it." Elliot furrowed his brow before getting up to leave.

"No, don't worry; I'll go." Simon rose from his chair and stretched a little to rid himself of the stiffness which had etched its way into his back and legs.

"You sure?" Elliot asked.

"Positive. I need to get rid of the pins and needles in my feet." Simon walked past Elliot and to the door, "Look after her for me."

Elliot nodded and took Simon's seat after hearing the door close. He scooted the chair closer to the bed and moved his hand to Olivia's. Instead of taking it in hid he began to draw lazy swirling patterns across her palms, running his fingertips up along her slender fingers to meet with her own fingertips then to retreat back to her palm and trace the lifelines which ran across it. He watched her face as he did it to each finger and smiled when she rolled her head slightly to the side when he ran his finger along her right ring finger.

Elliot smiled.

For the first time since accident a 'Stabler smile' cracked the harsh reality of the word and for a moment it was just him and Olivia.

He moved to her pinky then.

He heard someone open the door behind him and turned his head to see Simon followed by a tall female doctor who seemed to have the poise and posture of someone who lived in a big house but her parents were never home. Her dark hair was down but pinned back a little bit by a clasp at the back. Her heels quietly clicked on the linoleum floor as she walked over to Olivia's left side and peeled back the sheets until they sat a bit below her hips.

The woman hitched up Olivia's hospital gown to inspect the gauze which was tapped to her torso (wrapping wasn't very efficient when the patient was lying down and still unconscious).

The woman began to peel the tape from Olivia's skin carefully, rolling the little strips that did come off into balls before dropping them on the floor.

Once the tape was removed she slowly pulled the gauze back before revealing the injury to Elliot and Simon properly for the first time.

The both sucked a quick breath in through their teeth, making that sort of hissing sound in empathy for the amount of pain that they imagined Olivia was probably in.

"Ouch." That was the only comment from the doctor before the light clipping of her heels across the linoleum was heard once again as she walked across the room to the door and exited before returning moments later with a nurse.

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Anyway, I'm not sure what to say now...That's right - I am actually out of words...sort of...that's not the point...The point is...That you should review because...otherwise I won't stop with the ' ... '.

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