She stopped in the doorway of the hospital room, eyes fighting back tears. She wasn't going to lie and say that she thought that after today, she'd never see Olivia again. That junkie bastard could have won, he could have taken the only person in her life that really mattered from her.
She was used to sitting around and letting the world do it's work, she was dormant, passive.
But as she stared at the hunched form sitting on the hospital bed, back turned, she wanted nothing more than to do something about what she was feeling. Selfish as it may be, she wasn't going to sit there, dormant, as the evil of the world tried it's hand at taking the woman she had fallen for. Not anymore at least.
"Liv," She spoke softly, stepping into the room cautiously. She didn't want to startle her boss.
Olivia jumped slightly, but turned, pulling the open sides of the hospital gown tighter around her body. Amanda wanted to laugh at the seemingly innocent move. She couldn't help the small smile that crossed her face when she noticed that the older woman had slipped the gown on backwards.
"How you doin'?" Amanda asked, closing the door slightly for privacy.
Olivia stood, trying to keep the gown from exposing anything intimate. "I'm better. Nothing broken. Just bruised." Her voice quivered slightly, but there was a strong note drifting out. Immediately she knew that Olivia would be okay in time.
Amanda was quiet for a moment, nodding in understanding. Finally, she spoke, "Your gown is backwards.." There was a hint of humor in her voice, and she hoped to god that Olivia would take it and not throw her out for her unfiltered mouth.
Olivia looked down, letting out a dry chuckle, "I know. I don't know why they needed to take my clothes, I just wanted to cover up as soon as possible."
Amanda closed the door all the way and took her jacket off, eyes swimming with concern, "Why didn't you readjust the gown when they left?" She asked, moving to stand in front of her boss. "Do you want to fix it now? The door is closed, it'll be quick and I'll tie it for you."
Olivia nodded, turning around and slipping the gown off before putting it on the right way. Amanda looked away, trying to preserve whatever privacy Olivia needed, not wanting to let her eyes roam. At least not in this setting. Olivia let out a shaky breath and replied, "I just... I kept thinking about what would have happened to Noah had Utley actually.. Actually killed me."
Amanda tied the strings in the back quickly, then turned Olivia around, hands on her shoulders, "Listen to me, Liv. You can't do that to yourself. You got out of there; you made it out alive and Noah doesn't have to be without you. Don't focus on the "what if's" when there's plenty of "what will's", okay? You'll just drive yourself crazy." She saw the slight relief in the brunette's eyes, and she smiled reassuringly. "You're okay, you're safe, and there will be plenty more story times with that cute little boy."
Olivia swiped at the fallen tears and nodded, "You're right," She breathed, leaning into Amanda's embrace momentarily. Amanda breathed out.
"For what it's worth, I'm glad you're alive." She paused, pulling away slightly to look into watery brown orbs. "Frankly, a world without you is one I'm completely uninterested in living in." She said, not really thinking about what was coming out of her mouth. She blushed when Olivia's eyebrow rose slightly, her own red tint permeating her cheeks.
"I mean.." She looked down, trying to find something to save her from embarrassment. She remembered where they were and how inappropriate it was, but then again, she didn't want to waste another second. She was completely torn.
"Really?" Olivia asked curiously, tilting her head slightly.
Amanda let out a breath, "Let's sit, okay?"
