Saviors [A SVU and Bensler Fan Fic]

[Chapter Eighty-Nine]

I walked into the hallway and had to bit my tongue and dig my nails into my palms to stop myself from screaming and going back in there to hit my sister in law. She wished and prayed that bad things would help to Elliot and myself. She got what she wished for because my son can't speak well or use his limbs anymore. Hopefully, it won't last for long, but I was still pissed off at her.

"Hey, so here is your dinner. Elliot said you had to eat it." Cynthia smiled, as she walked down the hall towards me. I quickly met her halfway and grabbed onto her arms tightly.

"I'm about to scream," I whispered, and her eyes went wide.

"What? Why?" 

"Josie. I'm so done with her. She said she was hoping that I couldn't have children and that she would be able to. That she was praying that bad things would happen to Elliot and me." I huffed, and her eyes went wide.

"What the fuck? Want me to go in there and rip her head off?!" My sister growled.

"No, can you go lay with Christopher, I need to talk to her. Tell her to meet me outside."

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I stood outside as it snowed, and I knew that even if I wanted to be inside if I started to yell at Josie it didn't need to be inside near my son.

"Hey, it is freaking cold out here," Josie spoke, as she slipped her hat on and stood near me.

"How dare you?" I hissed and her eyes went wide.

"What?"

"How dare you come here and tell me that you wished that Elliot and I couldn't have children, that you wished bad things would happen to us, and now our son is incredibly sick!" I yelled.

"Olivia, you don't understand! I just wanted to get it off my chest!"

"Right now isn't the time to make yourself feel good, Josephine! For once, right now, let's focus on my son! Christopher is your nephew, and you love him, but you fucking hate me and your brother and want us to suffer like you are. What if I were to lose the baby? Would you feel even fucking better about this all? Because we are suffering more like you?!" I spat, and Josie slapped me hard across my cheek.

I gripped my cheek and I stared at her in horror.

"I wish you never married my brother. That you never adopted Christopher and that you never were able to get pregnant! You don't deserve this!" She screamed, before going to push me to the ground. I cried out as tears poured down my cheeks and I didn't know why this had to happen. I scrambled up and stared at her. She was crying and I was visibly shaking.

"I don't want you here anymore. Leave." I hissed.

"I want you dead." She screamed, and I punched her square in her nose. I was going to try and be nonviolent, but I couldn't anymore. And before I could start beating her, Elliot showed up and pulled me away from his sister and pinned my arms against my side.

"Olivia, what the fuck?!" He yelled, and I started to sob.

"SHE SAID SHE WANTS ME DEAD, THAT SHE SAID SHE WISH WE NEVER ADOPTED CHRISTOPHER AND THAT I COULDN'T GET PREGNANT!"

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Elliot sent me inside, and I went into Christopher's room. He was sleeping in his bed alone, and Cynthia was walking out of the bathroom when I walked in.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked, and I swallowed hard.

"I have snow and dirt all over my back. Can you help me clean up a bit?" I whispered, and she nodded slowly.

We went into the bathroom and she took a few paper towels from the dispenser, and she wiped the snow and mud from my back. As she did that, she started to question how it even got there.

"How did your talk with Josie go?" She asked, and I swallowed hard.

"She wants me dead, Cy. And she slapped me and pushed me to the ground. I hate this so fucking much because I used to be so close with her. Now... now she just hates me and I hate her too." I sighed. I turned around and looked at my sister, as I rested my hands on my stomach. She pulled me close and sighed.

"She can fuck off, Liv. What she has said is not right. She shouldn't be thinking about you, Elliot, and your children like that. I don't know how Bernie and Joseph are letting her get away with this."

"Because she just found out she can't have kids." I frowned.

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Cynthia and I stayed at the hospital with Christopher that night, and Elliot didn't come back, so when it was time to try and get Chris to eat, Cynthia and I were the only ones there to witness how hard it was for him.

"Ma, no." He whimpered, as the nurse tried to give him another bite of applesauce.

"Baby, I know you are having a hard time, but you need something in your belly, okay?" I spoke, as tears welled in my eyes.

His gown was covered in the yogurt and applesauce that they were trying to get him to eat. He could swallow, but it was really hard for him. I didn't like seeing him having this much trouble. But Chris hated that I told him to continue eating, so he somehow found the strength in his arms to swat the bowl out of the nurse's hand and it fell to the floor and applesauce was everywhere.

"Chris!" Cynthia and I exclaimed in unison.

"No, Ma, no!" He cried. I quickly walked over to the bed and sat beside it. He was crying now, and I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his.

"Okay, baby. No more. It's okay. Please don't be sad." I whispered as he continued to sob. Cynthia took up the spot where the nurse had been sitting and ran her hands over his small back.

This is way harder than I could ever imagine.

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