"How are you still awake?"

"Why aren't you asleep?"

Looking over at the clock, Liv realized it was now six in the morning. The last time she looked at the clock it was only one. For the past two weeks, she'd been staying at the Montana home of her late fiancé's grandmother with his identical twin, Tyler. While she was there, she'd been down to the cemetery to visit their graves and worked around the house helping Tyler prepare for his wife and daughter to join him in a few weeks. All the while, she still had not slept.

"Stephanie is waiting for me to call her, remember?" Tyler asked her with a worried look. "You haven't slept yet, have you?"

"No, and I'm not going to. Just get off my damn back!"

"Liv, I'm just saying you really do need to sleep. You're getting crankier than a baby. Are you still having the nightmares you said you were having?"

Sitting on the couch, she watched him move closer to her and sit on the other side. "Of course, I still have nightmares. They don't just go away, you know. And what do you care anyway? You don't even like me."

"What are you talking about? I like you. If I didn't you wouldn't be staying here. Or I wouldn't. What is wrong with you? You act like you haven't slept since last week when you woke up screaming."

"All I did was close my eyes for a few minutes before the nightmare started again. I haven't slept in six weeks."

"Six weeks! What the fuck, Olivia? Why not?"

"Don't yell at me!" Liv yelled at him before her eyes teared up.

Normally, anyone yelling at her wouldn't phase her. But this wasn't a rational Olivia lately. Tyler was looking at a very sleep deprived, irritable, emotional Olivia. In the short time they had spent together now and back when Stephen was alive, he'd never seen her like this.

"I'm sorry," reaching over for her hand, "I didn't mean to yell. You surprised me. Why aren't you sleeping? I could run down to the store and get you some sleep meds if you want."

"Those don't work. It's a lot to understand and it makes me look helpless."

"Olivia Pope helpless? Very doubtful. The Liv I know can do anything. So, tell me about this problem. Why can't you sleep?"

"If I tell you, you have to swear not to laugh. And I mean swear on Beth's grave. I can't handle another person laughing at me or telling me how ridiculous it is."

"I swear I won't. I swear it on grandma's grave, I won't. Okay?" Hearing the phone chime with a call, he held it up to show her who was calling. "I want you to tell me all about it as soon as I'm done. Don't go anywhere."

Excusing himself to the other room, Liv took the time to read through emails and news. Flicking through them, her phone rang in her hand. Fitz. Barely getting the third ring in, she hit decline. I'm not dealing with you today. Or any day. Maybe I should change my number. Every day for five weeks, Fitz called her multiple times a day. Each time, she would decline the call and delete the voicemail he left without listening to it. She'd seen the texts that he sent to call her or some random work code he didn't understand. The last thing she wanted to hear was him calling her a whore or a slut again. Or worse, telling her how damaged she is. She didn't need the reminder.

"Alright, I'm all yours. Steph says hi too," Tyler told her sitting down beside her again. "Talk to me. What's with this no sleep thing?"

"Since Stephen died, I haven't been able to sleep alone. I need to have someone in bed beside me. And even then, I still have nightmares. I have somniphobia. I haven't slept since two nights before Fitz broke up with me." Liv told him watching his face for even the slightest of smirks. "That's why I haven't slept in six weeks."

Tyler listened to her and could see how hard it was for her to tell him with the look in her eyes. "And?"

"And what? I just told you why."

"Why is that so bad?"

"I'm twenty-six years old and I can't sleep without someone in bed with me. It's a bit childish."

"No, it's traumatic. Is that what your nightmares are about? Stephen's death?" Liv nodded. "I have those nightmares too."

"But you weren't there. You didn't see it. You don't have to relive seeing him like that."

"You're right, I wasn't there. I didn't say the nightmares I have are the same exact as yours. I have the terrors of you calling me and telling me he's dead. Reading the police report of what happened. Sitting in the courtroom while Edison just smiled away."

"You knew he smiled at it?"

"Liv, I was there. Every day in that courtroom for every session. I sat in the back corner so I could get out more easily if I needed to leave. I wasn't sure how much I could take of it. I watched Edison laugh away while you told the jury what he did. The blood all over your hands. You have a gruesome way of giving all the details to paint a picture."

"I can't help it. Being a mnemonist can really suck sometimes. I wish I couldn't remember every detail or at least have a vivid detail of it. Sadly, I remember it like it happened five minutes ago."

"Liv, you can't go on like this. Who helped you before? Before you left?"

"Huck was at the start of it. Then when he was off with Kim on their honeymoon, Jerry. Cyrus would on occasions. Or his husband, Michael. But for the last year it's just been Fitz. He didn't like me being in the same bed as his dad. I stopped then. I relied on him to help me sleep. And it worked for a year. I guess I didn't plan ahead when I left for how and when I would sleep."

"Then you just need someone to stay in bed with you?" She nodded at him, and he gave it another minute. "Then let's go. I'll lay in bed with you, and you can sleep. Let me get my laptop and I can do some work."

"I appreciate the thought, Tyler. But I can't. Not with you." Tyler gave her a confused look, not understanding why he couldn't. "You're his twin. If I wake up from a nightmare and you're sitting there, I could have another panic attack, and neither of us need to see that. I will live."

Reaching over to the coffee table, Tyler picked up her phone and put it in her hand. "Then you need to call one of them. You can't keep going like this. It's been six weeks since you last slept. You're already starting to get irritable from lack of sleep."

"I'm not calling any of them. Eventually, I will get so tired that I'll crash and fall asleep. It just takes a little bit of time."

"Do any of them know where you are?"

"No, I don't want them to worry about me."

"They're probably doing the opposite. If they knew you were here, they wouldn't worry because they know where you are. But if you haven't told them, that's making them worry. This Fitz guy has called you every day for weeks now. He's got to be worried sick about you. I think you need to call them and tell them you're here at the house and that one of them should come here so you can sleep."

Shaking her head, she completely disagreed with him. "I know what I'm doing Tyler. I can take care of myself. I will be alright. For now, I just need a coffee with a lot of six espresso shots. That will keep me going for at least half the day."

Though he wanted to argue with her, Tyler was annoyed with her not taking his advice and stood up. "I'm going to run some errands and get some groceries. Call one of them though. Tell them you're tired. You've got to do something."

Before she could answer, he was out the door. Deciding to make a pot of coffee, Liv wandered around the house for a bit and decided to start deep cleaning the kitchen while she drank. Taking her time doing each surface and kitchen appliances, she'd let a couple of hours go by. Leaving the rest of the house for later, she went up to her room and gathered clothes for a shower.

Tyler was sympathetic to her problem, even if he didn't fully understand. Though he did get why him sleeping in bed with her could be a trigger if she woke up and didn't realize it was him and not Stephen. Not knowing much about her, he wasn't sure how to help her in a way that the others could. For now, he'd just need to follow her lead and be there for her. The last few days she'd been more on edge and unfocused in conversations. Each time she picked up something, she'd look at it and put it back seeming to forget why she picked it up to begin with.

"I'm back, Liv," Tyler shouted bringing the bags from the store inside and putting things away. "I grabbed some lunch too."

Not hearing a response from her, he finished putting things away before going looking around for her. Calling out her name a few times. Walking past the master bedroom, hearing the shower running, Tyler stepped in and knocked.

"Liv? I'm back. I got some lunch," he told her opening the door a bit. Seeing in the mirror a sitting silhouette of a body on the floor through the frosted glass, he tried again. "Olivia?"

"Tyler? I need some help."

Coming in closer, he heard her crying slightly. Reaching in to turn the water off, getting the towel ready for her. "What's wrong? What are you doing on the floor?"

"I need help."

"Liv you're naked."

"Damn it, Tyler! Open the damn door and help me," she yelled at him.

Deciding he didn't care if she didn't care, Tyler pulled the glass door open and looked down at her. The odd position she sat in didn't seem comfortable. With one leg half under her body, the other stretched out to the other side of the shower, it didn't seem right. "What are you doing on the floor?"

"I can't feel my legs."

"You fell?"

"No, you idiot. I just thought this was how you could take a shower," she rolled her eyes annoyed with him. "Yes, I fell. Help me up."

Handing her the towel to cover up, he bent down to the floor and took her ankle in hand. "You can't feel this?" She shook her head and touched her other leg. "Get dried off." Going into the bedroom, Tyler found one of her long summer dresses and brought it back, helping her slide it over her head into place. "Ready?" Picking her up, he carried her out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

"You could have just put me on the bed. You didn't need to bring me down here," Liv told him, but he kept walking. "Where are you going?"

"To the car."

"Tyler just put me on the couch."

"The only place I'm putting you is in the car."

"To go where?"

"The hospital, obviously."

"No, I'm fine! I don't want to go to the hospital." Ignoring the hits she kept making to his shoulders, Tyler grabbed the door handle and put her in. "I don't need a hospital, damn it."

"You can't feel your legs, Olivia. Either we're going to the hospital or I'm calling an ambulance. Take your pick."