Olivia opened the door, walking into the house and noticed immediately that the kids were having dinner. She'd lost track of time after spending all day at the hospital and she hadn't realized it was quite that late. She walked over to the table, kissing Noah gently on the head and recognized the questioning glance of the other kids, "He's doing okay," she said. "But they gave him some pain meds that made him sleep, and I decided to come home and take a break."

"Can we see him yet?" Elizabeth asked quickly.

Olivia shook her head, "It's not a good idea. He is kind of agitated and doesn't remember things." She sighed, "The doctor said he might be a little more alert tomorrow. So you should wait." She looked at the meal they were eating, not feeling like trying any of it. "I think I'm going to head upstairs and sleep for a while, if you don't mind…"

"Are you okay?" Maureen asked. "You don't look good." Then she noticed the bruise on Olivia's arm and stood to look at it, "What happened?"

Olivia shook her head, "Nothing really…I tripped and fell at the hospital. I'm okay."

"Did you see a doctor?" Maureen asked. "You can't take a fall lightly…"

"I saw a doctor," Olivia assured her. "He said I'm fine, just sore and the baby is perfect. So don't worry." She put her hand to her back, "I think I pulled something in my back though. I just want to lay down a while."

"Okay," Maureen said with a nod. "Try to get some rest." She watched as Olivia made her way slowly up the stairs. Then she looked at her brother and sister, "She doesn't look good. I'm worried."

"Maybe she's just tired," Richard suggested. "She's been up there all day."

"I'm going to bring her some dinner in a while," Maureen insisted. "She can eat in bed…but she has to eat. She looks so sad. I think things were worse up there than she's letting on."

"With Dad?" Elizabeth asked. "She said he was having trouble remembering things. Do you think he has amnesia?"

Richard shook his head, "No…she'd tell us that. I think she's just tired…sore from falling. I hope the baby really is okay."

Olivia walked in the bedroom, looking at the unmade bed and realizing how long she'd been at the hospital. When she'd received that call in the middle of the night, she'd rushed out without taking time to think…and she'd been there ever since. She looked down at the clothes she was wearing, remembering Elliot's agitation when he noticed she was wearing his clothes and decided to take a shower and change into something else.

She let the hot water from the shower rain over her, hoping it would soothe the aching pain in her back. Then she quickly changed into her favorite yoga pants that she was amazed still fit and a t-shirt that was admittedly too tight, but she craved the familiar comfort of them, and she crawled into bed, laying on her side, trying to relieve some of the pressure from her back. She wanted to sleep, more than anything, but her mind just wouldn't let her unwind. The memory of Elliot, so angry and in so much pain…confused and scared, it was burned in her brain and she couldn't let it go.

There was a knock at the door, and she sighed miserably, knowing the kids needed her to be there for them but wishing she could have just one moment's peace. "Come in…" she said as Maureen pushed open the door, a tray in her hand, Richard and Elizabeth trailing behind her.

Olivia sat up and Maureen sat the tray on the bed, "We wanted you to eat," she explained. "At least try…"

Olivia looked at the soup and crackers and nodded, "Thanks," she sighed. She took a sip of the chicken noodle soup and then put down the spoon, dipping a cracker in the broth and taking a bite. "I appreciate it."

"Olivia…does Dad have amnesia?" Elizabeth asked nervously. "Did he forget us?"

Olivia shook her head, "Of course not, Lizzie. He asked about all of you today. One of the first things he said was 'Where are my kids.' It's just that his memory of more recent things fades in and out." She looked at Maureen, "Where are Kate and Noah?"

"Kate's room…playing," Maureen motioned toward the door. "I can hear them. They're fine."

"He didn't remember them," Olivia admitted. "Not at first. And he thought we were still partners…then when he saw I was pregnant, I got mad and told me to go home to my husband. When I told him the baby was his…he kind of melted down…said he didn't want her."

"Oh…" Lizzie said sadly. "I'm so sorry…I know that had to hurt."

Olivia shrugged, "It's not his fault. The next time he woke up, he remembered everything. The doctor thinks once all the swelling goes down that he will be okay."

"I know he loves you and the baby," Richard assured her. "He would never have said that if he was thinking right."

"I know," Olivia nodded and forced a smile. The last thing she wanted was for the kids to worry about her. She put her hand to her stomach, cringing a little at the pressure, "This baby is so anxious today," she exhaled sharply. "She won't settle down."

Elizabeth reached out, putting her hand on Olivia's stomach and smiled, "Wow…she's all over the place."

"I think the fall scared her," Olivia admitted.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Richard asked. "Can't a fall like that make you go into labor?"

"I'm not having contractions," Olivia promised. "The doctor checked…and I'm fine…just sore. I guess I just need to be more careful where I'm walking now that I'm getting too fat to see my feet."

Maureen laughed, "I remember feeling like that…just take it easy. Tell one of us if you feel worse…okay?"

Olivia nodded, "Right now…I really need to go to the bathroom. She seems to enjoy bouncing on my bladder," she put the tray to the side, standing up and walking out of the room.

"I'm worried," Richard admitted when Olivia was out of earshot.

"Me too," Maureen agreed as the buzz of Olivia's phone on the nightstand interrupted them. She looked over at it, recognizing the ICU number and answering it quickly. "Hello…" she said as she listened to the person on the other end of the line. "Okay…this is his daughter…yes…" he face dropped and she sighed uneasily, "Okay…no I will let her know…" Olivia walked back in the room, looking questioningly as Maureen talked on her phone. "Thank you…good-bye." She hung up, noticing the shattered casing on the phone and looked at Olivia, "What happened to your phone?" she asked.

"I dropped it," Olivia lied. "Who was that?"

"The nurse from the hospital," Maureen replied quickly. "I saw the ICU number or I wouldn't have answered it."

"Is your dad okay?" Olivia asked.

Maureen looked sadly at her, "She said he woke up…that he was asking for you but when they said you went home…he got really angry and tried pulling out his IVs."

"Oh God…" Olivia sighed, "I better get up there."

"Olivia…she said they had to restrain him." Maureen said sadly. "She said he lunged at a nurse and after what happened to you earlier…they had no choice." She sighed, "What happened earlier?"

"Nothing," Olivia shook her head, instinctively covering the bruise on her arm with her hand. "He was just upset."

"Oh God…" Richard looked at her, "Did Dad do that to you? He hurt you?"

"No…" Olivia insisted tearfully. "He didn't mean to. He can't help it."

"Did you really trip and fall?" Richard asked. "Or did he do something to you? I've been reading up on head injuries…I know patients can be violent when they wake up. What happened?"

"He grabbed me…" Olivia cried. "And then he got mad when I said he was hurting me…so he sort of pushed me away. I lost my balance and fell…but he didn't mean it. The next time he woke up, he felt terrible about it. He would never hurt me on purpose…"

"We know that," Elizabeth agreed. "But you can't be up there if he's acting like that. It isn't safe for the baby."

"He needs me," Olivia argued. "And I'm fine. I'm being more careful now."

"No," Richard insisted. "One of us will go with you. You can't be alone with him."

"None of you need to see him like this," Olivia sighed, "I want to protect you from that. It isn't easy. You shouldn't have to see him so angry and confused…"

"I'll go," Richard offered. "I'm going to start the car," he stood up walking toward the door. "I'll meet you downstairs."

Olivia sighed, watching him go. "He reminds me so much of your dad," she said to Maureen and Elizabeth. "Doesn't listen to a word I say and just does whatever he wants because he thinks he's right."

Maureen laughed, "Yeah…they are a lot alike…but Dickie is right this time. You shouldn't be up there alone. Besides, I really think he wants to be there to help. I mean…Dad's not able to take care of our family right now, so maybe Dickie feels like he has to step up and do it?"

Olivia nodded, "I guess you're right." She stood up, heading toward the door. "This is going to be another long night at the hospital."

"Tell Dad we love him," Elizabeth reached out and hugged her close. "Tell him we miss him."

"I will sweetie," Olivia agreed. "He misses you too."