A/N: Sorry for the delay, too much to do, so little time. For more please read and review.

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Slowing coming to, Olivia looked around in complete confusion. She looked to her left and saw Elliot sitting on the chair beside the bed, reading the day's newspaper.

"Hi," she managed to get out in a raspy whisper.

Hearing her voice suddenly, Elliot put down the newspaper and smiled, seeing Olivia finally awake. "Hey, nice to see you awake."

"How long was I out for?" she asked, furrowing her brows, confused.

"About three hours. We're in Mt Sinai," he answered and pressed the call button.

"What happened?"

"What's the last thing you remember?"

Olivia had to think for a moment before she finally answered, "Kicking Simon and running in to your arms."

"Well you passed out in my arms, sweetie," he informed her and gently took her hands in his.

"What's wrong with me?"

"The doctor is coming in to talk to you," Elliot told her.

"Why can't you tell me? You're registered as my next of kin, so they would have talked to you," Olivia insisted.

"The doctor wants to talk to you," he said again, caressing the back of her hand.

"Tell me!"

Elliot shook his head. "I ca--"

Olivia cut him off by asking the first thing that popped in to her mind. "Am... am I pregnant or something?"

Elliot went to open his mouth to talk but the doctor walked in.

"Detective Benson? I'm Dr. Kathryn Fisher."

Doctor Fisher looked to be in her early fifties, she was about five foot five and thin with dark brown hair, which was greying.

"Hi," Olivia greeted her in a whisper. "Call me Olivia."

Approaching the bed with Olivia's chart in hand, Dr. Fisher nodded. "Okay, Olivia."

"Please tell me what's wrong. Am I pregnant or something?"

Dr. Fisher looked confused at first but shook her head. "No, you're not pregnant, darling."

"Oh thank you," Olivia exhaled deeply in relief but couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She wanted a baby but not Andrew's child. She wanted to have Elliot's. "So what is wrong?"

"Ah okay, well we ran tests, including x-rays. And your partner informed me about the incident yesterday."

Olivia nodded. "Just get to it please," she practically pleaded and Elliot rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb to reassure her that he was there for her.

"Well you have two bruised ribs and a fractured one all on your right side and bruises on your stomach but I guess that you already know that," Dr. Fisher explained.

"Anything else?" Olivia asked softly. "What made me pass out?"

"I'd say it was a mix of the extreme pain and an anxiety attack."

"Am I okay now?"

Doctor Fisher nodded. "Yes, but I would like to keep you in overnight for observation."

"Do I have to?"

"Well no, I can't make you but..."

"Liv..." Elliot warned. "I'll stay with you," he tried to compromise with her.

Olivia sighed. "Okay, okay. I'll stay."

"Good. I'll be right back to start another IV since it's empty and to check your heart and lungs."

"Okay, thank you," Olivia whispered and turned to Elliot after the doctor walked out. "What did Simon have to say for himself?"

"He claims he was trying to protect you. That the other guy was after you."

"Did he give up a name?"

Elliot shook his head. "Nope. He clamed up when we asked him," he explained and Olivia groaned. "You okay?"

Olivia shook her head, closing her eyes momentarily. "Between all this and the pain resurfacing..."

"Well Cragen has given me the rest of the day off and tomorrow. So, I'm not going anywhere, Livia," he promised.

"You don't have to stay, El. I don't want to be a burden," she whispered, refusing to make eye contact with him.

The door opened just as Elliot went to speak, it was Dr. Fisher returning with the new IV bag, which he guess to be morphine to keep Olivia's pain at bay, so he decided to wait until the doctor had gone before he spoke up.

He watched silently as Dr. Fisher changed Olivia's IV, checked her heart and lungs throughly and told that she would be back to check on her later but to press the call button if she needed anything before then and left.

Olivia continued to lay there silently looking up at the ceiling, refusing to make eye contact with Elliot, just waiting for him to leave although she knew for a fact that he wouldn't be leaving her side.

Elliot, catching Olivia's body language, got up on to the bed beside her, under the covers with her and wrapped an arm around her, happy when she scooted over and cuddled in to him, being careful of her IV. Her head on his chest, her arm drapped carelessly over his abdomen and her leg over one of his. She sighed, content to snuggle in to him.

Rubbing her back, Elliot kissed her head. "You're not a burden, Olivia. I'm not going anywhere... I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she whispered back as her eyes began to droop.

"Sleep, baby. I'll be right here," he promised and waited for her soft, even breathing which would indicate sleep.

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When Olivia opened her eyes again, she looked out the hospital window, not moving her head from Elliot's chest. It was dark outside and Elliot hadn't moved as promised. The morphine was still making her feel groggy.

Elliot was lightly snoring, each exhaled breath was gently blowing her hair.

She moved up and lightly kissed his nose. "Wake up, El," she whispered.

Elliot didn't wake, he didn't even flinch but as his cell phone started to ring, he sat up in an instant and accidentally knocked Olivia backwards, making her fall backwards off the bed, on to the cold, hard, linoeum floor.

"Ow!" Olivia cried out. "Son of a...."

"Oh God, Liv. I'm so sorry, babe," he apologized and quickly got down to help her up. "You okay?" he asked, laying her back down on the bed.

A tear fell from her eye as she shook her head. "No, the IV got ripped out," she said painfully. And my ass is probably gonna be bruised."

Looking down at Olivia's arm, Elliot gasped. The IV had been ripped out and now the wound was bleeding. "Oh, I'm so sorry, gorgeous," he apologized again and pressed the call button.

Olivia shook her head. "I know you didn't mean it," she muttered and sighed. "Aren't you going to check your phone. It could've been Cragen."

Elliot picked up his phone and saw that he had a missed call from Casey, probably about Olivia's phone records. They must've worked out who'd been tormenting her. "I got to return this call. I'll be right back, Livia," he assured her and quickly left the room to return the call.

Just as he left, Dr. Fisher returned.

"Are you okay, Olivia?" she asked, concerned.

"My IV accidentally got ripped out," Olivia replied and lifted up her arm a little.

"How did that happen?" the doctor asked, cleaning up the wound.

"Ah... I accidentally got knocked off the bed," she stuttered her answer.

Doctor Fisher couldn't help but smile as she shook her head and fixed up the IV.

"These beds aren't made for two people, honey. We can bring a cot in for him to get some sleep tonight," she offered.

Olivia nodded. "Thank you."

"Not a problem. Now my shift is finished, so Doctor Jesse Hopkins will be looking after you tonight and I'll be back in the morning to discharge you."

"Okay, thank you. Have a good night."

"You too. Well as best as you can in here and behave yourself. Watch that IV," she said. "See you in the morning."

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Olivia must've started to drift off because she woke up again when she heard the door open. She'd been expecting Elliot but came face to face with Simon.

"W-what are you doing here, Simon?" Olivia asked, trying to keep away from him. She was already injured enough.

"I'm out on bail and had to come check on you, Olivia."

"Go. Get out!"

"Liv, I'm sorry. I was just trying to protect you..." Simon was cut off by Elliot, who kicked on the door after seeing Simon through the window.

"Get the hell out of here, Simon," Elliot said, grabbing out his cuffs, "or I will arrest you."

"Is it against the law to check on your big sister?"

"In this case it is, since a restraining order was put in place by the ADA," Elliot told him and went to cuff him.

"El, leave him. Let him go, just this once," Olivia spoke up softly, looking in to Elliot's eyes.

"Liv..." Elliot didn't agree with this.

Olivia shook her head. "Just let him go and cuddle up with me."

Groaning, Elliot nodded and put away the cuffs. "Just this once. Get the hell out of here, Simon. And don't come back or I will arrest you," he threatened.

Simon nodded in an instant and made a hasty exit.

"Come here, El," Olivia whispered and patted the spot on the bed beside her.

Elliot sat down and wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to cuddle up in to him. "You okay?"

Nodding, Olivia whispered, "Yeah, he didn't hurt me. Just said he was on bail and had to come check up on me. Who called you?"

Elliot kissed her head. "Okay... It was Casey."

"You ended up getting my phone records, didn't you?" Olivia groaned, shaking her head. "Unbelievable."

Surprised that Olivia wasn't moving despite her anger and frustration, Elliot decided to keep going. "Yeah, I'm sorry but we had to find out, baby."

She was quiet for a moment, just playing with the buttons on his shirt as she seemed lost in thought.

Rubbing her back, Elliot decided it was best to let Olivia talk when she was good and ready to. Pushing her would end with disastrous results.

"So what did Casey find?" Olivia asked suddenly, just continuing to play with his shirt buttons and refusing to make eye contact with him.

"She found out a few things actually..."