A doctor in the obstetrics ward assured her that the baby was fine, and other than feeling sore from the fall and the bruising on her arm where Elliot had grabbed her, Olivia felt okay. Elliot's doctor had suggested she go home, but she refused. She couldn't leave Elliot, because even though he had hurt her, she knew he didn't mean to. She'd never seen him as scared as he was when he didn't remember so many pieces of his life…and she couldn't leave him alone to deal with it by himself. He needed her to be there when he woke up again, and this time she wasn't going to let him get so agitated and upset.

She glanced down at her phone, grateful it was still working after it had hit the wall and the floor with such force, and saw a text from Maureen asking about her father. Olivia didn't want to tell the kids what had happened when Elliot woke up last, so she'd told them he woke up and couldn't remember much but had fallen back asleep. She didn't tell them about his outburst or how he had thrown her phone across the room or that she'd had to see a doctor after he pushed her down. It would only worry them and they didn't need the added stress. She quickly texted Maureen, telling her he was still sleeping and that the doctor said maybe they could visit the next day.

She stood up, her back aching from both sitting too long and from the fall earlier. She walked around the room, trying to ease some of the pain, finally pushing her palms against the wall and bending forward some, taking a deep breath as she tried to stretch her back. "Liv…" she heard his voice and turned to look at him. He was staring at her, almost like he didn't know what to say and she wondered if he remembered anything from earlier in the day. "Are you okay?" he asked, noticing her position against the wall. "Are you in labor?"

She stood up and shook her head, "No…my back just hurts." She forced a smile, "How are you feeling?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "My head hurts…I can't think…"

"I know," she said sadly, walking closer to the bed, but still keeping her distance. She was afraid to get too close to him, and she hated herself for it, but she couldn't put the baby at risk. "Do you remember anything?" she asked.

"The pictures," he said, suddenly realizing what she meant. "Of Kate…and Noah…"

"You remember?" she asked. "Looking at the pictures?"

"I just couldn't remember them," he said sadly. "I don't know why. I do now…"

"El…you don't have to say that," Olivia said softly. "It's okay that you can't remember yet…"

"No…I really do. Kate…she's two and she calls me Poppy. She lives with Maureen at my house." He sighed. "And Noah…we're adopting him…we were supposed to meet with the judge...but I didn't go...right?"

"Right," Olivia smiled, relieved by the things he was saying but wondering if his memory would be permanent or short-term. "You do remember…" Suddenly the pain in her back was so strong that she gasped, trying to steady herself against the wall.

"Liv?" he asked. "Are you sure you're alright? We could call for help…"

"I'm fine," she insisted, the pain easing up a little. "I already saw a doctor…he said the baby's fine…so you shouldn't worry about it…"

"The baby?" he asked. "Why would something be wrong with the baby?"

"No reason," she said, realizing he didn't remember everything that had happened and not wanting to trigger another episode of hurt and anger. "But she's fine and so am I."

"Liv," he said, realizing she was standing far away from him and knowing something was wrong. She was scared of him, and he'd never seen that look in her eyes before. "Oh God…what did I do?" he asked. "Did I hurt you?"

"No El…I'm fine," she lied. "I'm glad you remember the baby this time...you were sort of upset about it earlier."

"I was mad," he said. "I remember yelling…" he looked at her and realized she was rubbing her hand over a bruise on her arm, "Did I do that?" he asked. "God Liv…I'm so sorry…"

"It's okay," she said softly. "You didn't mean to. I was pushing too hard…trying to make you remember…"

"I grabbed you…and then I pushed you…" he gasped. "Oh my God…How could I do that? Why are you still here? You should go home…"

"You didn't know what you were doing," Olivia said seriously. "I know that. I know you'd never hurt me on purpose. And I'm not going home. I'm not leaving you…"

"I feel like my brain isn't working," Elliot admitted. "I remember things…and then it feels like everything is blank. I'm still confused about what happened. You said we don't work together anymore…"

"We don't," Olivia said. "But you remembered that when we were talking…you said you remembered working security…"

"Oh right…my head just hurts so much…" he said and it was obvious he was becoming confused again. He looked at her and reached his hand out, "Will you sit with me?" he asked, in a voice that was almost childlike and she wanted nothing more than to take his hand and comfort him, but she was scared, afraid the confusion would lead to another violent outburst and she couldn't do that again.

"El…you should try to rest," she said softly, "I'll go see if the nurse will bring you something to help you sleep."

"I don't want to sleep," he argued. "Why do you want me to sleep?" He was frustrated again. "Why won't my head stop hurting?" he yelled.

"I just want you to get better," she cried. "And to do that, you need to rest, as much as possible."

"Why won't you sit with me?" he asked sadly and she could tell he'd forgotten all about what had happened before.

She sat down slowly in the chair by his bed, buzzing for the nurse, just in case she needed help, and took his hand, squeezing it tight. "Just get some sleep," she whispered.

"My head hurts…so much…" he said painfully. "I don't know why it hurts so much…"

"I know…" she tried not to cry. "Go to sleep, El…you'll feel better…" The nurse walked in and Olivia looked sadly at her, "He's in a lot of pain."

The nurse gave him more pain medication and he was back to sleep in no time. She looked at Olivia, noticing how Elliot still seemed to be clinging to her hand with his tight grasp, "Did he say much this time?" she asked.

"He remembered things…our kids," she sighed, "He remembered his outburst from earlier…said he was sorry…" she put her head down, not wanting to succumb to her emotions in front of the nurse. "Then he just kept saying he was confused and his head hurt. Is he really getting better? I'm scared…"

"I know it's hard to watch," the nurse said gently. "But this is normal. He has pressure on his brain that makes it hard for him to remember things and when he does, it may just be for short bursts. He gets angry, even violent because he has limited impulse control due to the damage…but he will get better. He's talking, he can move…some patients can't do that when they wake up. He's really doing very well. It just takes time…"

Olivia nodded, "Thanks," she whispered through her tears. "How long do you think he'll sleep this time?" she asked.

"A few hours at least," the nurse replied.

"Okay," Olivia pulled her hand away from Elliot's, standing and leaning over him, kissing him softly on the cheek. "I'm going home for a while," she said, putting on her coat and grabbing her purse. "I don't feel very well…I think maybe the fall kind of shook me up…made the baby anxious…"

"Get some rest," the nurse said as she walked her to the hall. "We'll call if he wakes up."

Olivia nodded, giving a slight wave, and walked tearfully out the door.