Olivia's P.O.V
I open my eyes to see Amanda dusting her lamp with a feather duster. She has music on but I don't understand the words. It sounds like rap. I sit up and the blanket falls off of me. The cool air hits my bare skin and I shiver. I look down and see that I'm only in my bra and underwear. I start to panic. Amanda notices that I'm hyperventilating, and she looks at me. Her eyes go wide and she drops the duster. She climbs on the bed and tightly wraps her arms around my shoulders and arms. She's compressing my upper body to help my sympathetic nerve system relax.
Amanda whispers soothing things in my ear and holds me tightly as she kisses my sweaty forehead over and over. I let her hold me as my heart rate slows down.
My breathing slows and Amanda pulls away. "Why am I half naked?" I ask. "You threw up all over yourself so I took your shirt and pants off." she tells me. "Why did I throw up?" I ask. "Because you drank until you couldn't stand." her accent is noticeable when she says the word 'until'. I nod slowly. "You don't remember do you?" she asks me. I shake my head.
I bring my brown eyes to look at her big blue ones. "I love you Liv." she whispers. "I love you too Amanda. You are my best friend, I don't know what I would do without you." I reply. An emotion flashes behind her eyes, but it's too quick to catch.
She fakes a smile. "How about some breakfast?" she asks. "Okay. Just- let me get dressed first." I smile at her.
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Hey loves, I didn't know what else to do tonight. So... here you go.
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FanfictionOlivia Benson. An NYPD detective in the Special Victims Unit. Known for putting away rapists and murderers. What happens when something dreadful happens to her? Will her squad be there for her? Will she overcome it? Or will she throw away her life...
