Chapter 3: Please Wake up

Fin was the first one to sit and visit with her. He had came before he had to head into the precinct. Nothing would feel right at the house without her presence. Not to mention the entertainment that they all got from the interaction between her and that partner of hers. When they really went at it, it was down right mean on both ends. Although, a little more on his end. Especially with the tendency to shoot his mouth off at the wrong time.

Even having worked in narcotics, he wasn't prepared for the sight that would lay before him. It definitely wasn't the same Olivia, that he knew. She was pale, bruised all over, abrasions on the arm and the face, a ventilator helping her breath, and numerous ivies and every monitor possible.

"Baby girl, you have to wake up. Nothing is the same with you laying here. WE all need you. Work isn't the same. We won't be the same. You have to fight this, baby girl." Said Fin. He could feel the tears threaten to fall. He didn't like showing any kind of emotion other than the 'tough guy' persona. But this was complete different. And he didn't care. She was like a sister to him. And it was killing him that he let this happen to her. He should have been there to protect her. No ifs and buts. He should have tried harder.

John Munch was the next one to visit with her. And just like his partner, the tears began to flow. John Munch never showed how he really felt on the outside. He was the one that everyone teased about his insane conspiracy theories. This was one time that she was teasing him about his coffee and theories.

"Liv, I know I'm not always the most perky guy in that station. But right now, you have us scared out of right minds. And I mean EVERYONE. You have to wake up for us. Work won't be the same without you. WE won't be the same without you. Please wake up." Begged John. He was the last person to beg for anything and anyone. But seeing her laying helpless and with her eyes closed.

Munch left and Cragen came in to see her. How could have this happened? He wished he hadn't given her to the Feds. If he hadn't she would be at work right now. Even her hands felt slightly cold.

"Listen to me, Benson. You have to wake up. We're not letting you go anytime soon. We're not done with you. You have too much here going on. You can't just leave it. You may think you have no family. But you have everyone that's here right now. That's you're family. You have us. And you have Stabler. You have to wake up." Pleaded Cragen.

"I hate being the bearer of bad news, but visiting hours are over for today. Visiting hours begin at 8am tomorrow. You're more then welcome to come back then." Said the night nurse.

Before leaving all together, he had to know if there was a chance that she could hear any of what people were saying to her. If there was the chance that she did hear them, then it left with hope.

"Is there any chance that she can hear what we're saying to her?" asked Cragen.

"Usually with most comatose patients, they can hear every word that is being said to them. And it sounds weird, but a majority of the time, hearing from the people that they love, helps them to come out of it." Again said the night nurse.

He left it at that. That was the hope that they all needed at the moment. If she could hear what they were saying to her, then she was still with them. Wait, there was still one person that hadn't seen her yet. And it was perhaps the one person that would help her return to them.

"Is there any possible that one more person can see her for a few minutes? It's her partner." Asked Cragen.

"Of course but I'm afraid that it will have to be only ten minutes if not shorter." Replied the night nurse. He didn't even wait. He knew the one person that she would want with her as much as she could, would be him. He came out and looked at his detective, with a look that said it all.

"You only have ten minutes if less at that, Stabler. I warning you, it's not a pretty sight." Warned Cragen. He didn't care at the moment. He just wanted to see her period.

Cragen was right. It wasn't a pretty sight. He thought he had walked into the wrong room. It wasn't possible that the woman laying in front of him, was the same woman he had worked with for the past eleven years. And just like Fin, he felt responsible for what happened. After what happened with Sealview, he felt even more responsible. First that ordeal and now this.

"Liv, you have to wake up. You can't give up yet. There's too much here waiting for you. You can't leave us. You just can't. You can't leave me." Cried Elliot. For what seemed like the first time since he was told what had happened, he was down right crying. And he knew he was. This wasn't like any other time that she got hurt or injured. This was totally different and worse. So he really didn't care if he was or wasn't crying. He had every reason to.