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If I Die Young
Chapter 2: 2012
I've never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holdin' my hand,
There's a boy here in town, says he'll love me forever,
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life, well,
I've had just enough time
BANG! Olivia Dunham dropped to the deck. Peter spun around at the sound stood in shock, staring at Olivia. Snapping out of his stunned silence, Peter ran over to the fallen woman. "NO!" he screamed. He dropped to the ground, repeating the mantra, willing her death to have not occurred. Peter cradled the lifeless woman in his arms and regarded his father with hatred in his eyes. "You killed her!"
Ignoring Walter and William Bell's conversation, Peter turned back to the love of his life and buried his head in Olivia's neck, sobbing and rocking her back and forth. He had just gotten her back; she was finally his. How could he have lost her so suddenly?
Peter felt Walter trying to pry Olivia from his arms and fought back. "No! Don't you touch her." He couldn't comprehend what Walter was saying. "Save her? She's dead."
SLAP! "Peter, listen to me!" Walter finally got his attention. Save Olivia. Peter watched as Walter placed Olivia on a nearby table, hurriedly explaining about Cortexiphan and regeneration. He could barely stomach it when Walter began digging at the base of her skull.
Barely holding back his tears, Peter watched the 'surgery', hoping and praying for a miracle. She needed to live. Olivia had so much more to achieve in her life for it to be cut short. When the bullet popped out from the hole Walter made in her neck, covered in blood, Peter waited with bated breath. Was the damage too severe? Did we wait too long? Was there enough Cortexiphan in her brain? Too many questions bounced around in his thoughts. The tears flowed freely down his cheeks. When nothing happened, he looked heartbreakingly at his father. "Walter?" he questioned.
And then it happened. The bloody hole in Olivia's forehead started to close. "It worked," Walter voiced. Both men gave into their emotions, this time with tears of joy.
Seeing that Olivia had awoken, Peter pulled her into his embrace once more, whispering softly, "I thought I had lost you."
Olivia smiled tenderly at Peter's distress. "You'll never lose me, Peter."
At the hospital, Peter vowed to never let Olivia out of his sight again. She had gifted him with the most amazing present he could ever dream about. Pregnant. A baby that they could call theirs. His heart filled with more love than he could imagine.
Outside Olivia's room, in the hallway, Peter slumped to the ground against the wall. He could have lost them both. The realisation paralised him. He buried his face in his hands and took a deep breath. But you didn't. You didn't lose them. It was then Peter vowed to never let a day go by that he would Olivia let herself question whether he loved her and the baby. They were going to live.
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save 'em for a time when you're really gonna need 'em