Protégé

A/N: Picks up where we left off, again. I'm sure Serena Benson won't cause any trouble what so ever! Another long one. Happy holidays to anyone celebrating. Santa came early, hopefully it's better than coal. Can't promise I'll be able to update before Christmas, but hopefully New Years

A/N 2: For some reason whenever I'm writing this story, and going over my twists, and surprises etc, the theme song for The Magic School Bus is on a loop in my head, specifically: "Step inside it's a wild ride," = Protégé.

A/N 3: Hope everyone getting hit with this winter storm is safe, we're hunkering down in Toronto, hospital even checked their back up generators! Happy non-SVU Thursday!

Disclaimer: I wish they were mine, I could write a bangin' holiday episode (pun intended).

Chapter 43

Mercy Hospital, Wednesday Evening, Summer 2013, Continued

"I-how, mu-muh-muh, how, mother?" Elliot stuttered again, for some reason he couldn't comprehend what was happening in that moment.

"I see you've chosen wisely once again Olivia, he's almost fluent in English," Serena stated snarkilly. "I suppose I could understand the physical appeal…" she trailed off, allowing her eyes to roam slowly up, and down Elliot's body, "But my God Olivia, is he even out of college yet?"

Elliot furrowed his eyebrows, he didn't like how this woman talked about him as if he wasn't even present, and he hated the way she spoke down to Olivia.

Elliot stood up straight, and as he opened his mouth, ready to defend her he felt her fingers dig into his shoulder.

"Mother, Elliot, Elliot… this is my mother Serena Benson," Olivia introduced the two wearily.

Elliot being the well mannered man that he was, held out his hand to shake hers.

"Professor Serena Benson," she said, correcting her daughter, and crossing her arms over her pillowy silk blouse.

Elliot dropped his hand, "Well I'm actually De-"

Elliot was cut off by both Benson women, "I don't care about your name boy, you're just another flavour of the week," Serena replied as Olivia questioned her, "What are you doing here Mother?"

Hearing what Serena had said to Elliot caused Olivia to blush in embarrassment, "Mother! There's no need to speak to him like that!"

Serena waved a hand in the air dismissively, "I told you the hospital called, they said I'm still your emergency contact. I thought I told you when you took this asinine job that I didn't want to be the one to receive a phone call at three in the morning informing me you got your head blown off."

"Mother…" Olivia groaned.

"And in fact I recall you telling me years ago, that you were going to make your partner your emergency contact, you know that Spanish fellow," Serena continued with her monologue.

Olivia quirked an eyebrow, "Do you mean Nick? Nick Amaro? My ex-partner?"

"Yes, him," Serena nodded.

"Nick's Cuban…" Elliot piped up out of nowhere.

Again Serena waved her hand, "Same thing."

"Woooooow," Elliot whispered, but he was still loud enough that both women heard.

"Elliot," Olivia rubbed her hand from his shoulder to his neck behind his body, where her Mother couldn't see, "Why don't you head back to your room, give me and my Mother a moment alone?"

There was nothing Elliot wanted more than to get away from the negative woman who somehow birthed one of the greatest, sweetest, smartest, positive woman he had ever had the privilege of meeting. He didn't however want to abandon the latter woman, with the former woman.

He glanced back behind him and caught her eyes, he had never seen her look this way before. She looked sad, dejected. Nothing like the badass woman he knew and loved. Her eyes, which always held a certain sparkle, whether she was opening them first thing in the morning, or rubbing the exhaustion from them after a 36 hour shift, now looked bland, dreary, hollow. He saw her nod, telling him she'd be okay, so with a heavy sigh, he grabbed his IV pole, and made his way toward the curtain.

He didn't know why he said it, but as he passed the older Benson his manners kicked in again, "Nice to meet you," he mumbled quietly even though he didn't feel that way at all.

"Pleasure dear," Serena called, her dark blue eyes remaining on her daughter.

Elliot couldn't help the shiver that racked his body. He was supremely thankful that when he gazed into Olivia's wide doe eyes, that a pool of warm honey brown stared back at him, a pool that he was certain he could drown in, were always reflecting a shining glow, and not the cold hard desolate blue eyes of the woman he just met.

Serena didn't wait two seconds before speaking, aware that he could probably hear her through the curtain, "Charming young man Olivia, where did you find him? On the paediatric unit?"

Olivia took a deep breath, "Mother as you can see I'm fine, I'm sorry that the hospital called and interrupted your plans, perhaps if you leave now you can still get that free dinner you mentioned earlier."

"Nonsense darling, I came all this way, besides the gentleman who offered I'm sure is long gone now, so don't hold back dear, tell me all about your new boyfriend," Serena demanded, putting extra emphasis on the word boy.

Olivia arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow, "You're one to talk, since it sounds like some guy just picked you up in a bar if I had to guess," Olivia snapped, unable to bite her tongue. She was beginning to feel the weight of everything that had happened that day.

"What did you just say?" Serena didn't yell, she never even raised her voice, but Olivia heard the serious tone, recognized its deadly sound from her childhood.

"Look Mother, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, I'll make sure to change my emergency contact first thing tomorrow okay?" Olivia sighed, willing to say or do anything to make her Mother leave.

"How dare you! I thought, hopelessly, with age that perhaps you'd grow into a better person, but I see you're still the same ungrateful little brat you've always been. I give up a good dinner, not to mention I had to pay and arm and a leg to a taxi driver just to come down here, and what do I get? A daughter with some teenybopper's hand up her bloody hospital gown, who doesn't even thank me for being here-"

"Jesus Mom, I'm sorry I don't have my purse on me, they didn't think to grab it when they were loading me into the ambulance, while I was unconscious, but I promise I'll reimburse you for your cab fare," Olivia cut her off.

Serena slowly raked her eyes up and down her daughter's body looking for any sign of blood or injury that would indicate why the hospital felt the need to call her to begin with, "What's wrong with you anyways? You look perfectly fine to me, although if you hope to continue dating younger, good looking men, you may want to cut back on the donuts dear, I know you're a cop, but it looks like you've gained a few."

Olivia rubbed her face, biting her tongue so hard she swore she could taste blood, "My sugars were low, guess I'm not eating enough donuts after all, and my blood pressure dropped very suddenly. We've been busy, sometimes I forget to eat, and to get enough sleep, it's been an adjustment since my promotion to Captain."

"Hmmm, well as I said, you need to take better care of yourself, especially if you want to keep up with a younger man. All that extra money from your new job title, I'd think you'd be able to afford a better lifestyle. Unless of course your blowing it all on young play things like Elijah. Perhaps this is a sign for you to get out of that field of work, clearly you can't handle it," Serena advised.

They both turned their heads as someone knocked on the wall outside her room, "I'm looking for Benson?" the voice called, "An Oliver Benson?"

Serena snorted.

"In here," Olivia replied, "And it's Olivia, Olivia Benson."

A porter appeared from behind the curtain. "Hmmm, I have orders to take you to your room upstairs B427, but I swear I thought it was a man named Oliver…" he shrugged as pushed another wheelchair into her room.

Olivia nodded, and with the porter's help she got situated in the chair, with her IV still attached, "Well Mother, thank you for coming, but I should really get some rest now."

"Hmmm see that you do dear, you look like you need it," Serena walked behind them, watching as they got on to the elevator.

"Don't try to pick him up too," Serena sassed, seeing her daughter talking to the porter, as the elevator doors closed. Another porter was wheeling the Elliot, not Elijah, towards her. She had hoped to get a rise out of her daughter from messing up his name, but she hadn't taken the bait. She moved as quickly as she could, ready to confront the sleazy boy. "Ummm I think I'm taking you to room B427, upstairs, it's a semi-private so you'll have a roommate, but it's better than a ward," the porter informed him.

Hearing that this guy was heading to the same room as her daughter she grimaced, and ducked behind a wall, so that he wouldn't see her. That's why her daughter's porter thought her name was Oliver, a man. She wouldn't put it past that scrounger, he probably paid someone off to share a room with her daughter. He was obviously mooching off of her, using her for her money, and body. She hated how beautiful her daughter was. She knew men would only see a nice rack, and long tanned legs, a complexion Olivia had not inherited from her.

Serena poked her head around the wall, happy to see the doors closing on the shady Elliot man. She looked around the emergency department, and spotted a young nurse behind a desk. She put on her most charming smile, and in the sweetest voice she could muster she pushed forward, "Hello dear, I was wondering if you could help me with something?"

Olivia dropped her head into her hands, "I'm so sorry," she apologized to the porter, her cheeks turning a bright red as they rode the elevator up to the fourth floor.

"Hah, not a problem, I'd be pretty lucky if you did flirt with me," the porter laughed.

"Hmmm," Olivia was saved from another awkward moment as the elevator dinged, and the doors opened.

The porter pushed her down a long hall, pausing outside room 427, "Alright well all the best, stay seated, a nurse will be with you in a second."

"Thank you," Olivia watched him walk towards a nurse's station. Poking her head around the corner she could see an empty room with two empty beds.

"Hi there, I'm Melissa and I'll be your nurse tonight, let's get you into bed. It appears you beat your roommate here, first come first served, which bed do you want? By the window or by the door?" a young auburn haired woman asked her.

Olivia smiled politely.

It didn't take long for the nurse to get Olivia situated in the bed by the window. She set up her IV and fetal monitor, to the equipment in the room, and redid her vitals. Another nurse brought in a different meal tray, one that looked just as unappealing as the tray in emerg. Olivia quickly ate the sandwich, and gulped down an apple juice. She had just closed her eyes, trying to rest and decompress, when she heard someone else enter the room. There was a curtain that separated her side of the room from the other patient's area, but there was only two feet of space between the hospital beds. She remembered the Doctor was going to try to get her a room with Elliot, but she wasn't going to hold her breath.

Olivia listened closely, and smiled when sure enough she heard her boyfriend thanking Melissa as she got him situated for the night too. She informed him where his call bell was if he needed anything during the night, before she left, turning off all the main lights.

Olivia waited until she heard their door close, before tugging on the curtain. She saw Elliot's head whip around, his face going from a scowl to a smile, as soon as his eyes connected with hers.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and carefully hopped out of his bed.

Olivia sighed, but before he did anything else he grasped both sides of her face, and angled her head upwards, as he threaded his fingers through her hair. He pulled her into a long, hard kiss, surprising Olivia with his intensity.

"Ahhh," Olivia moaned when he broke the kiss, but instead of backing away he leaned his forehead against hers.

In a gravelly voice he muttered, "You're nothing like her. Do you hear me?"

Tears filled her eyes as her emotions bubbled over. She squeezed her eyes shut. Here was this man, who didn't even know her whole story, and the strained relationship she maintained with her Mother. Yet after spending less than five minutes in her presence, he had the wherewithal to recognize that she needed to hear him state these words. She needed him to acknowledge that he knew this for a fact.

"I thought you'd be mad at me," Olivia whispered, clinging to his strong forearms.

"I'd never be angry at you for the attitude or words expressed by someone else," Elliot pulled back, giving her a confused expression.

Olivia shook her head, still nestled in his big hands, "No not for that," she paused, and bit her bottom lip, "For not telling you about her."

Elliot wiped away a stray tear, then leaned against his bed, only a couple feet away from hers.

He crossed his arms over his hospital gown, careful of the IV in his arm, "Wh-why didn't you?" He stared at the ground, lightly kicking it with his foot.

He didn't wait for a response, "Is it cause of my age? Or maturity? Did you think I wouldn't understand or something?"

He glanced up and saw Olivia was struggling to answer him.

Elliot shrugged, "I know we haven't spoken too much about them, but you know my parents, you know that everything wasn't hunky dory for me growing up either. I know you're not that old Liv, but you've never even mention them, I just figured both your parents were dead, and you let me believe that."

"Hell I don't think you have a single picture of them in your apartment, and I'm not saying you have to, but you could've confided in me," Elliot finished, the more he talked about it, the worse he felt.

"I want you to know it had nothing to do with you, it's a subject I don't like talking about," Olivia expressed.

"And I can understand that, believe me, but why didn't you introduce me as your boyfriend? Or at least your Detective-"

"Oh come on Elliot! Isn't that obvious? She knew you were my boyfriend, and I sure as hell didn't want her knowing you were one of my employees! She'd have a fucking field day with that information!" Olivia huffed in annoyance.

"Okay, okay," Elliot agreed holding up his hand. "Please don't get upset, I just-I dunno Liv, I guess I would've liked to be better prepared for meeting one of your parents. I would have liked to make a better first impression that's for sure."

"Yes we'll don't worry, she's the only one you'll ever meet, and her opinion truly doesn't matter to me," Olivia rubbed her forehead, feeling the beginnings of a stress headache coming on.

Elliot furrowed his brows, "Why-I mean, am I not- you don't see yourself introducing me to your Dad one day?"

Olivia didn't want him thinking her hesitation had anything to do with them, and their relationship, "If I had one, I'd be honoured to introduce you to him."

"Oh, shit Liv, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry for your loss, how old were you when he passed?" Elliot inquired, figuring the reason she never brought him up was because she lost him at a young age.

It was Olivia's turn to look confused, "Sorry, what?"

"Were you young when he passed?" Elliot asked, his tone sympathetic.

"Uhhh, I don't know?" Olivia shrugged.

"How do you not know?" Elliot felt more confused by the minute.

Olivia didn't want to prolong their conversation on this topic any longer.

"Look El I know this is something we both need to talk about, but emotionally I'm exhausted, and all I want is for you to climb in the bed, and curl up beside me, if you're not too disgusted by me after learning who I come from-"

Elliot pushed himself off his bed, "There's nothing, and no one, who could ever deter me from you."

"Well you met my charming Mother downstairs, and I never knew my father, don't know if he's alive or dead. Now if it's okay with you," Olivia scooted back on her bed, "I just want to rest, where I feel safe, in your arms." She moved to turn over when Elliot's hand on her arm stopped her.

"If you're comfortable, can you stay on your side facing me?" Elliot asked as he climbed into bed with her.

Olivia rose a brow in wonderment.

Elliot shrugged one shoulder, "I just…"

Olivia watched as his cheeks, and neck took on a crimson hue.

"I just like feeling them between us." When Olivia still appeared confused, Elliot glanced down at her stomach.

Olivia smiled as she understood his meaning, and being careful not to tug on either of their IV's, she snuggled down on to her right side, feeling the bed rail at her back.

She sighed happily as Elliot pulled the curtain closed, and laid down beside her. He tangled their legs together, feeling her smooth skin slip easily between his lower legs. He lifted the light sheet over their bodies, covering them to just below their shoulders.

Elliot settled his hand on her hip, checking to make sure his arm wasn't too heavy on top of her.

She watched as a small smile graced his face as he situated himself against her. She too was content to feel her expanding abdomen between them. A voice in the back of her mind, a voice that sounded terribly like her mother's, played into her sudden insecurities. She felt slightly self conscious about her weight, she didn't know how she had missed it, but even her Mother had pointed out her weight gain.

"El, do you think I'm getting fat?"

"Wh-what?!" Elliot chuckled lightly, not even opening his eyes.

"Do you think I've packed on the pounds?"

Elliot heard something different in her voice, that caused his eyes to snap open. He squinted at her in the low light, "Did she say something to you?" Elliot had only spent a few minutes with Serena, but this sounded like something she'd say to Olivia.

Olivia didn't respond verbally, but Elliot got his confirmation when she wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Unbelievable, hey," Elliot gripped her chin, angling her head upwards until her eyes met his.

"You're pregnant Liv, your body is going to change, and personally I can't wait, because that means our child is growing big, and strong inside you," he explained.

"Not to mention," he mumbled as he kissed his way along her jaw, "I'm looking forward to the way you're going to look. You already have that pregnancy glow, and these," Elliot brushed his knuckles over her breasts, "Are only going to get bigger, and even more sensitive, as well as this," he grinned against her neck as he palmed her ass over her gown.

Olivia gasped, feeling the moisture from his earlier actions between her thighs. She thought her Mother had effectively killed both their libidos for the time being, but she should never have underestimated the effect Elliot had on her body.

"El don't get me worked up again," she whimpered as she rubbed her legs against his.

"Don't?" Elliot hummed against her neck.

"Despite what you were doing downstairs, what we were doing downstairs… we can't, we shouldn't, ha-have sex in here of all pl-placesssss," she purred as Elliot sucked on her collarbone, a spot he had discovered early in their relationship, a spot that he knew could bring her to her knees.

"Mmmm, should prob-bly go back to my bed then?" Elliot suggested.

"Let's not do anything hasty," Olivia reached down with her own hand, cupping him through his gown.

"Shit Liv, talk about getting someone going…" Elliot shivered against her as he felt her hand sneak under his gown.

Taking advantage of her hospital gown Elliot tugged on the strings at the back of her neck, pulling the neckline of her gown lower, and lower, the sheet slipped down to their waists.

Olivia was distracted as she slipped her hand under the lip of his boxer briefs, feeling him warm beneath her fingers, he jerked against her as he felt her swipe over the head of his cock.

She moaned when she felt warm breath against her chest before his tongue circled her nipple. His hand squeezed her ass, pulling her more firmly against his hard shaft, her arm still trapped between them.

She rocked against him, and used her free hand to hold his neck, keeping his mouth sealed over her breast. He suckled gently, remembering how sensitive her buds had become in recent weeks, he couldn't help but smiling when he recalled why her swollen nipples were so sensitive now.

"Oh God El I uhhh," Olivia stuttered, if he kept up his ministrations on her breasts she was going to come, thrusting against his leg like an animal in heat.

"Please," she purred, feeling jolts of pleasure rush through her body, but trying to stay quiet at the same time.

"What's going on in here?" a stern looking older male nurse asked, as he came around the curtain.

Both Detectives jumped, too caught up in one another to hear their door open, or the sound of approaching footsteps, before their moment was interrupted.

"Ummm," Elliot tried his best to roll over and sit up, wanting to block the intruder's view of his girlfriend. He had pulled the neckline of her gown down far enough to expose way more of her chest than he would ever want another person to see.

As they fumbled to make themselves look presentable, they also found themselves tangled amongst their IV lines, and monitors.

The nurse scanned a chart in his hand, "Says here there should be an Elliot Stabler, and an Oliver Benson in this room, and to clarify when I say this room, I also mean in their own beds."

Olivia laughed awkwardly, her core was throbbing, she had been so close to another orgasm. "Uhhh, that's Olivia, not not Oli-Oliver, Olivia Benson."

"Well sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but we don't allow men and women to share hospital rooms, so let's go Elliot back in your bed, and you missy… I have another room just next door. You'll survive one night by yourselves."

Before any of them could move, a fourth person entered the room, looking at a folder, "Well how is the happy couple doing?"

When nobody responded she looked up, her happy expression changed as she saw the other person in the room.

"Busted," she whispered under her breath but they all heard her.

The older man spoke up, "Should've known you had a hand in this Doctor Warner. I'll assume you were responsible for Oliver here?" he tipped his head toward Olivia.

"Simple mistake, anyone could've made, must've been a clerical error… Computers we just can't trust them," Warner shrugged.

"Hmmm, well thanks to a concerned visitor, I'll be correcting that mistake, let's go people, Stabler get back in your own bed, Oliver let's go," working together they moved Olivia next door to a private room. Doctor Warner gave her a sympathetic look as she got settled.

"It's just one night, if everything checks out tomorrow I'll get you both outta here, I understand, I didn't like being away from the father of my child either when I was pregnant,-"

"Speaking of, Melinda Warner? Doctor Melinda Warner?" Olivia saw a flash of recognition grace her Doctor's face.

"You know my daughter?"

"Very well, she's a good friend and colleague-"

"Ah yes, my daughter the medical examiner," the doctor noticed Olivia bristle at her comment.

"Oh no no please, I don't mean any offence, my little Linda could've been anything she wanted and I'd be happy, it's just a morbid joke in our family, I try to heal people, and she autopsies my failures," the Doctor explained.

Olivia shrugged, "Families," was all she said.

"Yes, and you're on the way to starting yours," she patted Olivia's arm, "I know it's hard but try to relax, get some rest, it'll do you both good."

Olivia nodded as the Doctor left and closed her door.

She tried to ignore the antiseptic smell that permeated every corner of the hospital. It hurt to know that Elliot was just on the other side of the wall. So close yet so far. She had a funny feeling in her stomach, an uneasiness that took over her gut.

She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. The sooner tomorrow came, the sooner they could get the hell out of there.

No sooner had she felt herself beginning to doze off, despite the uncomfortable feeling in her core, when her door was opened again. Another thing she hated about hospitals. The constant flow of people in and out of her room, day and night. They encouraged her to sleep, but didn't provide her with the peace and quiet to do so.

She turned her head back towards the door, expecting to see another nurse or doctor when her eyes fell on Elliot creeping towards her bed.

She sat up quickly, "What are you doing here?"

Elliot shrugged with his good shoulder, and hopped into bed with her again.

"Where's your IV?" she whispered in the dimly lit room.

"They took it off, transfusion was finished, now shhhh, go to sleep," Elliot hummed closing his eyes. "By the way, 'concerned visitor,' has your Mother written all over it."

Olivia hummed in agreement as she settled down beside him, and stroked his face, "You really came in here just to sleep?"

"Mmhm," Elliot leaned forward and pecked her lips, resting his forehead against hers.

Olivia sighed heavily, and noticed her queasiness had disappeared. Seemed Baby Benson, enjoyed their Daddy's presence too.

"Love you," Olivia exclaimed suddenly.

"Love you both too," Elliot nodded, knocking her head with his movements.

"I think Baby Benson likes their Daddy's touch," Olivia explained holding his hand between them against her chest.

"Is that right?" he grinned, still with his eyes closed.

"Mmhm," Olivia repeated.

"Hmmm, as much as their Mommy does?" he pondered, bringing her hand towards his lips so he could kiss each of her knuckles.

"Don't start mister, in fact that's how we got this one after all," Olivia husked, the slightest of touches from him could turn her body to mush.

Elliot chucked and slid his hand along the side of her body.

"El come on we should sleep," Olivia made a weak attempt to defer him.

"You still turned on?" he asked.

"You know I am," Olivia huffed and rolled her eyes.

"Still wet?" he asked again.

"Mmhm," Olivia whimpered as she felt his hand make contact with the skin on her thigh.

"You'll sleep a lot better after you come Liv," Elliot informed her, and she knew it was true.

She hiked her leg up on his hip, opening herself up to his hand that had snuck underneath her gown.

"Look who's suddenly cooperating," he chuckled between them.

"Are you gonna open your eyes?" Olivia could hear the raspiness in her own voice as his hand made contact with her panties. She loved looking into his eyes, no matter what the circumstance was. If their baby could only have one of his physical traits, she hoped it was his eyes. One glance at them had changed her life that day in her office.

Elliot shook his head no, "Could fuck you blindfolded, it's not about my vision, although you're always a sight for sore eyes. But it's about touch, the way I feel your body, beneath my palm, and fingers. The way your body moulds around me, grasps me, contracts as I slide in and out of your warm wet heat-"

Olivia whimpered but it was the sound of another voice that cut him off, and sent a cold chill down his spine.

"Elliot, Elliot! Where is my son? Elllllllliot!" Bernie screamed in the corridor.

"Bernadette would you be quiet we're in a hospital for God sakes!" Joe Stabler scolded his wife.

"Come on guys, let's keep it together, we just spent an hour downstairs looking for him, but I think this is his room here, B427," Tucker informed them standing outside his door.

Olivia and Elliot stared at each other, their eyes wide in fear. Getting caught by the hospital staff was one thing. But how on Earth were they going to get out of their current bind? Had Serena unknowingly saved them from certain discovery? How would they have explained sharing a room, even if they hadn't been in bed together?

Olivia never thought she'd be thanking her Mother for anything related to her job, but Serena may have inadvertently saved them both.

A/N: Those two can't catch a break! And that's EXACTLY what it's like in a hospital. Impossible to get handsy. (And so so so so so embarrassing when your heart monitor goes off and they come in to catch your significant other in your bed).

A/N 2: I hope readers caught on to how I paralleled but reversed how the reveal of their parents played out on the show. Whereas Elliot never revealed his Mother was alive, on the show, until he unknowingly needed her, in my story Olivia his her Mother from Elliot, despite her knowing Elliot didn't have a picture perfect childhood either.

A/N 3: Seeing all the pictures from MH at Disneyworld this week, reminds me how I was probably the only child on Earth who HATED Disney. Now in all fairness my parents and grandparents took my siblings and I when I was 5 and 7, each year, however I was experiencing kidney failure both times, so I was quite sick, and I was short, so I couldn't even ride any of the good rides (I had a need, a need for speed, aka rollercoasters even at that age). So I basically had to walk around a hot ass park for a week, and watch as my parents and siblings rode all the cool rides while I stood with my grandparents, drank some weird shit, and took a bunch of pills to keep my kidneys going. F*** you Mickey Mouse! And the one ride I could go on malfunctioned and I got soaking wet on a ride where you're not suppose to get wet. Also I got lost once (they claim I wandered a lot as a child), but I did find a nice older couple who knew where Toronto was. Being the youngest my family lost me a lot as a kid, which is probably why I have a fear of abandonment as an adult lol.

All mistakes my own, if you enjoyed, drop a comment or review, spending Christmas alone in the hospital, your reviews will keep me company this year.