Chapter Three
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Disclaimer - See Charter One.
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He looked at the man in front of him, then at the end chart that he had in his hand.
"Mr. Porter, my name is Doctor Donovan I'm the one in charge of treating your wife, your wife was brought in with lacerations to the face, chest, and abdomen and bruising to her wrists." Doctor Donovan explained to him.
Dean nodded for him to continue.
"Due to the blunt force trauma to her chest, your wife sub-stained a punctured lung, which we managed to repair. We also stitched up her face there shouldn't be any lasting damage or scarring. Now her abdomen is a different story." Dean cut him off.
"What do you mean a different story?" He asked him, quickly.
"Well, the impact of the blows that she received caused massive internal bleeding which will require immediate surgery the repair the damage, now I must warn you, your wife only had a 40% chance of surviving the operation, " Donovan explained to the man in front of him, who stood there in stunned silence.
He had been an FBI agent for nearly 2 decades and he had seen a lot in his time being a Federal Agent some of which he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy.
There were still some cases that haunted him to this day as he was in the hospital corridor. Some that he felt he and his team brought the victim justice and some he was glad that he had put a bullet between the dirt bag's eyes without much as a second glance and walked away. But this was different. This was his wife, the woman he loved more than life itself, one he would jump in front of a bullet in a heartbeat for himself.
Yes, this was very different and when he got his hands on Elliot's Stable alone in a cell he was going to make him pay. If he ever got the chance.
Dean slowly made his way down the long corridor to Olivia's room, once he reached there he had to take a step back. There she lay in the bed, white as the bed sheets and hooked up to wires and tubes that were for various things.
Once he took a breath he stepped into the room and sat by her bedside, taking her hand and didn't move until she woke up.
Meanwhile in a cell on the other side of New York Elliot Stabler sat with his head in his hands. This wasn't over by a long shot and was going to make her pay, which he promised himself on all he had. He had come up with a plan. He thought with an evil smirk that played on his features.
Dean had been sitting with Olivia for over an hour when she started to choke on the intubation.
"Olivia? Liv it's me darling open your eyes for me honey come on that's it darling your doing great that's it". Dean encouraged her.
Slowly Liv began to open her eyes and turned her head.
"Water. " She whispered.
Dean quickly got up and got the water and gently helped her take a sip.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, as he sat back down and took her hand.
"A bit sore. " Olivia replied.
"You will you've just had surgery." He informed her.
"What? What for?" Liv asked as confusion set into her features.
"You had some internal bleeding, but the surgeon repaired it. A couple of weeks off work and plenty of bed rest and you will be right as rain. " He explained gently.
"I never thought that he could be capable of that, he was my partner for 12 years, and not once did he lay a finger on me, and all of a sudden he attacked me in my own home, What did I ever do to him?" She asked him.
"Nobody knows the answer to that question but him, darling. I guess we'll never know what tips someone over the edge like that. " He told her softly.
"Did they say when I could go home?." She asked.
"Not so fast you have to stay here for a couple of days I'm afraid. " He laughed.
"You know me so well." She smiled back at him.
"That I do". " He replied.
"Mr. and Mrs. Porter?" The doctor asked from the door.
"Come in Doctor Donovan. " Dean told him.
Olivia looked at her husband in confusion.
"He's your surgeon, darling. " He explained to her.
At this, the surgeon continued to explain the procedure and a detailed account of the injuries that she had sun-stained and the treatment that she would receive.
10 days later.
Olivia was being realistic today and to say that she was relieved was an understatement.
"You all ready?" She heard Dean ask from the doorway.
"Yeah, let's get out of here," Olivia replied.
Together they left the hospital and made their way home. Once there Dean bandaged Olivia to the sofa while he put her stuff away and made her something to eat.
Once she had eaten her food Dean knew that he had to have the conversation that he had been putting off with her.
"Liv we need to talk. " He told her after coming back from the kitchen.
Olivia didn't say anything as she knew what was coming.
"They put Elliot on a 72-hour psych hold to evaluate and access his mental state and to see what treatment he may need. " He explained to her.
"And?" She asked quietly.
"They found him competent to stand trial. The arraignment is next week. You'll have to testify. " He told her.
"Is Casey the trial lawyer?" She asked him.
"Yeah, there were a few strings pulled. " He answered her.
"Good, that's good," Olivia said more to herself than anyone else.
"When this is all over we'll go away somewhere just the two of us, How does that sound?" Dean asked her.
"Yeah, that sounds nice. " Olivia half-heartily agreed.
Later on, as her husband slept Olivia lay there for hours turning everything around and around in her head, She might as well as she known that she wasn't going to get any sleep even if she tried so she lay there staring at the ceiling and letting her thoughts consume her.
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A/N. Chapter Three, I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for taking the time to read this.