Abused and Misused

Chapter 12

Olivia Benson POV

"Oh my God..." I whisper.

I don't give myself time to be in shock. I race to the bathroom, grabbing a clean towel.

When I return, seconds later, Emma is sliding down to the floor, crying hysterically.

"It's okay, I've got you." I say softly, kneeling beside her as I wrap the towel rather tightly around her wrist.

I sit beside her, wrapping her other wrist, which she had also cut.

"Hold these." I say softly.

I stand, walking into the bathroom.

After looking around my cabinets, I found some gauze.

Walking back to Emma, I offer a weak smile as I remove the blood drenched towel from her left wrist, immediately wrapping it in gauze. I do the same for her right arm.

We sit in silence for several moments, before I turn my head to look at her.

Her hair acted as a veil for her face, and she was hanging her head.

I start to speak, but I choose not to. I sit in silence, a foot away from her, simply waiting for her to speak, to gesture, anything that would communicate.

For minutes, nothing. She doesn't speak, she doesn't even move. Then she lifts her head and looks at me.

"I'm sorry." She says. Her voice was hoarse, and her eyes were dull.

I smile weakly, a small, reassuring smile. "I thought I was going to have to call an ambulance." I say quietly.

She doesn't react. She just stands up. I follow, letting her lead the conversation. She needed to feel in control.

I swallow, tears burning in my eyes as I glance up at the ceiling, trying to get rid of them before she sees.

"Are you crying?" Emma says, her voice barely above a whisper.

I laugh under my breath, trying to cover, and failing miserably.

I lift my hand and wipe my eyes, resting the backs of my hands on my forehead as I walk around the room, once, twice, and then I stopped in front of her, nearly fully composed.

"Why do you care so much?" She asks softly, lifting her head to look at me.

I tilt my head slightly, wondering why she thinks I wouldn't care.

She shakes her head, gently touching the bandage on her arm. I don't speak.

This was too difficult. I had to tell her.

But not now.

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