A/N: Sorry for the delay and shortness of this chapter but I have been very busy lately. Here it finally is and please read and review, if you want more.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything.


Elliot was released from the hospital three days later with a prescription for painkillers to ease his re-occurring headaches.

It was mid afternoon and Olivia was laying on the couch, feeling a little under the weather, dozing on and off every now and again. The television was on with a movie from the eighties playing, although she was barely watching it. She didn't even know what it was titled.

"Liv, baby..." Elliot whispered as he squatted down beside the couch and caressed her cheek, tenderly. "Sweetie, wake up," he cooed, noticing that she had drifted off once again.

Waking up slowly, Olivia cleared her throat and opened her eyes. "Hey," she whispered, smiling up at her man. "Are you feeling alright?" she asked concerned, reaching up to run a finger over the stubble on his cheek.

"I'm fine, Liv," he replied and kissed the tip of her nose. "It's you that I'm worried about, babe," he told her softly and put his hand on her forehead. "You don't have a fever."

"I'm alright, El," she lied.

"Liv, honey, please don't lie to me. I know when you're feeling ill," he cooed, stroking her hair back from her face.

Olivia sighed and sat up slowly before moaning at the sudden wave of nausea from the movement.

"Liv, you going to be sick?" he asked concerned.

To try hold back the nausea, Olivia gulped and started to take some slow deep breaths. "No, I'm okay now," she replied, once she knew it was safe, that her lunch wasn't going to make a reappearance.

"Come on," Elliot said and gave Olivia his hand.

"Where are we going, Elliot?" she asked, taking his offered hand.

"To bed for a lay down, beautiful. You are sick and I am going to take care of you, just like you cared for me when I had the stomach flu," he said and helped her up before guiding her to bed. He pulled back the comforter and said, "Lay down, Livvie."

With a soft groan, she laid down, getting comfortable, curling up on her side and closing her eyes.

Elliot then tucked her in and got in behind her, wrapping his arms around her. "Try get some sleep," he whispered and kissed the side of her neck.

"I can't," she replied and snuggled into her fiancé, trying her hardest to relax but was currently unsuccessful.

"Why not, baby?" he asked, rubbing her arm, up and down.

"I can't shut my mind off and I should be looking after you, since you were the one released from hospital just this morning," she answered in a whisper, turning her head to look into his eyes.

"Liv, I'm fine. It's you who's unwell right now, so I am going to take care of you. So please just let me do that, okay?" he said and kissed her shoulder.

Olivia sighed and nodded. "Okay, thank you, El. I love you,"

"I love you too, gorgeous," he replied and laid on his back, gently turning Olivia around and coaxing her to snuggle into his side, to rest her head on his chest.

Once settled, Olivia exhaled a deep breath and rested her arm over Elliot's stomach.

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Before long Olivia finally managed to relax her mind and body enough to fall asleep before tossing and turning.

"Liv, baby, wake up," Elliot whispered, rubbing her back beneath her shirt. "You're dreaming."

Olivia shot up in the bed, panting and sweating. "El?"

"Yeah, sweetie, you're okay, it was just a bad dream," he assured her and gently pulled her back down on to his chest. "Gosh, you're all sweaty." He put his hand on her forehead and sighed. "I think you have a fever. I hope you didn't catch the stomach flu off me," he said and very gently got up to get the thermometer from the bathroom. "Open up."

"El," she whined, "I'm f--"

Elliot cut her off by sliding the thermometer into her mouth. He waited till it beeped. "102.4. Liv, you have a fever," he said and kissed the tip of her nose. "I am going to run you a bath. Just rest, okay?"

Olivia nodded as she tried to fight against the drooping of her eyelids but she was losing the battle quickly. "Okay," she replied groggily.

Elliot stroked back her sweat dampened hair and planted a kiss on her forehead before heading into the bathroom. He was beginning to feel guilty, sure that he had given her the stomach flu. He just hoped that he hadn't.

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Once the bath was filled with warm water and Olivia's favorite, soothing lavender bubble bath, he headed back into the bedroom to get Olivia.

She was still laying there in the bed, but now she was curled up, moaning softly.

"Liv, what's wrong?" he asked, walking over to her.

"Nauseous," she replied simply and sat up carefully and slowly with Elliot's help.

"Okay, sweetie," he said compassionately as he helped her up off the bed. "Let's get you into the bath and relaxing."

Elliot helped Olivia into the bathtub and let her slowly get undressed before helping her in. "You want me to stay, baby?" he asked softly as she sunk into the lovely warm water, resting her head on the bath pillow.

"No, thanks, honey, I'm okay. But could you get me a glass of ginger ale? It's in the fridge from when you asked for it," she asked, closing her eyes, trying to fend off the nauseous feeling.

With a nod, Elliot kissed her forehead. "Sure, sweetie. I'll be right back," he promised and headed out to get her drink. He just hope that she hadn't caught the stomach flu he had had.

As he walked into the kitchen to get her the drink, Elliot couldn't help but smile. He could not believe that tough, independent, Olivia Benson was letting him look after her while she was sick but he was glad that she was. He loved her and he couldn't wait to make her his wife.