Saviors [A SVU and Bensler Fan Fic]

[Chapter Thirty-Eight]

"Cynthia Cragen answer your damn phone!" I swore as Elliot drove my truck towards the hospital.

"Liv, wanna just stop by their apartment? See if she is there?" He asked, and I sighed as I leaned my head against the window.

"Why does she have to be so damn stubborn. She should pick up her fucking phone because I'm her sister. What if I was dying? She'd hate herself for not answering her damn phone and then found out I had been stabbed to death." I huffed.

"Well, I don't see a knife sticking out of your chest, so she won't regret nothing answering your last call. So please, let's just go over there and you can tell her face to face. Alright?" Elliot spoke, and I sighed and nodded.

"I guess."

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When we arrived at Serena's apartment building, I got out and quickly walked up to the list of names. I found the one that had been changed from Serena Benson to Cynthia and Serena Benson. I hit the button several times before one of them responded.

"Who is it?" Serena asked, and I sighed.

"Serena, it's Liv. Is Cy here? I really need to talk to her." I spoke.

"Liv, she's sleeping. She had a long night. Can she call you in the morning?" She asked, and I rolled my eyes as I leaned against the wall.

"Our Dad is in the hospital. His liver is failing him. She needs to get there and be by his side with me. Not because he adopted us because he saved us. He saved her. So please just tell her to meet us at St. Michael's."

"I'll go wake her up right now. Mind giving her a ride? Her car is in the shop." She spoke.

"Yeah, just tell her to hurry."

I turned around and walked back to the truck as Elliot went to start it up again.

"El, don't go yet. We are giving Cy a ride."

"Are you going to be tested? See if you can donate part of your liver to your father?" Elliot asked, and I nodded.

"Of course I am. He's my Dad, even if we don't share the same blood, I want to just see if I can donate a part of my liver so he can live to see our kids grow up."

"Good, I'll look into it also." He smiled softly, before leaning over and kissing my lips softly. The door opened and Cynthia climbed in.

"Are we going to get going anytime soon? Cause we need to get to Dad." She spoke, and I sighed.

"Now you want to be his daughter." I huffed.

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Elliot stood outside talking to my father's doctor, while Cynthia and I sat together in his room. He was sleeping still, and I really noticed how skinny he really had gotten, and how he looked way older than he really is.

"How long have you known that he was dying, and kept it from me?" Cynthia asked, and I sighed as I kept my eyes glued to my father's hand. I held it tightly in mine, because who knows when the last time I'll be able to hold his hand is.

"I found out tonight, Cynthia. And for your information, you haven't talked to me in several months so you kinda kept this all from yourself." I sighed.

"Why would I talk to you when you are always hating on me?" She asked, and I rolled my eyes at her pettiness. She needs to realize that we have to put everything aside because our Dad is dying.

"Okay, just drop it okay? I'm the horrible twin that messed everything up for you because I was the last one born. I'm sorry that Serena was forced to raise me and didn't raise you. Just shut the fuck up about this all now because we need to focus on Dad!" I hissed, and she stood up and left the room. I groaned as I leaned down and leaned my head against my father's hand.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I swear to God that I'll get her back. You can see her again, and then I'll be back. You gotta wake up though to see us."

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Cynthia and I took turns over the next few days sitting with our father. We got tested to see if we were matches for a liver transplant, but we felt like we probably wouldn't be matches.

"Want some dinner?" Elliot asked, as he sat down next to me. I was sitting in the corner of my father's room as I attempted to do paperwork regarding my father's insurance to pay for the bills he has been going through lately.

"No, I'm fine." I replied.

"Come on, you are going to be as skinny as him before you know it." He sighed.

"I'm okay, El. I swear." I smiled gently.

"Does he have enough money to pay for what his insurance won't cover?" Elliot asked, and I shook my head.

"Nope, not even close. If he even gets a liver, it'll be even more expensive. He'll have to probably sell the house. Get into his savings account." I frowned.

"We can help." He spoke, and I laughed as I clicked the pen I had in my hand.

"Okay, so we can help pay nearly 100k in hospital bills but we can't afford a cheap couch to put in our living room?" I asked, and he shrugged as he sat down on the chair in front of me.

"I'm not a match, Liv."

"Yeah, I know." I whispered, as I looked over at my father. He was put on life support, and if he doesn't get a liver soon, he won't survive.

"Do you know yet?" He asked.

"No, I don't. I'm gonna ask soon, because I need to know." I sighed.

"Well, come on Liv. We can go together."

"No, because I may break down." I whispered.

"I know that you are nervous because you may not be able to save him the way he has managed to save you, but you need to get this over with. Alright?"

"Yeah, I guess."

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"Okay, Olivia. I want you to start counting back from 10. When you wake up, your father will be good and you will be too." The nurse spoke.

"This will save him, right?" I asked, as I started to get sleepy.

"Yeah, as long as he stays on his medicine, he'll be good."

I nodded as I started to mumbled the numbers, but I only got to seven before I was out.

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