Chapter 15

"She tried to hurt herself, sir. We can't just let her lay here and not be restrained." The doctor spoke to Elliot. I was laying in my hospital bed, my arms restrained and my body feeling extremely heavy. I had been sedated and it was slowly wearing off.

"But if I sit with her, she won't. She isn't this person." Elliot sighed, and the doctor just shook his head.

"I'm sorry. She is going to be put on a 72 hour hold once all the tests come back." He replied, before turning and leave. Elliot groaned before turning around to look at me. He smiled weakly before coming in and sitting next to my bed.

"How are you feeling, love?" He asked, and I sniffled. Tears started to well in my eyes, and he bit his lip before kissing my forehead gently.

"Don't cry, Liv." He breathed, and I shook my head.

"I'm a bad person." I slurred, my lips feeling gigantic.

"You aren't a bad person, Olivia. Why would you say that?" He asked, and I swallowed hard.

"I shouldn't have lived. You and Eli don't deserve to be treated like shit." I whimpered, and he frowned.

"You are just having some problems, Olivia. It isn't your fault." He spoke. The doctor knocked on the door again, and Elliot looked over angrily.

"I just want some time with my wife. Can this wait?" Elliot asked.

"Your wife might have harmed your child, Mr. Stabler." He replied, and Elliot's eyes went wide.

"She would never hurt Eli." Elliot hissed.

"But the child she is carrying may have been harmed."

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I ended up falling asleep quickly there after, and when I woke up, I didn't even remember what I had been told. My body wasn't numb anymore, but I still couldn't move.

"Elliot?" I questioned, and I heard the bathroom door open, and Elliot walked out.

"Morning." He sighed, and I bit my lip.

"What happened?" I asked, and he sighed.

"Do you not remember?" He asked, and I shook my head.

"I must have been out of it." I replied, and he scrubbed his hand down his face and then frowned.

"Your pregnant." He spoke, and my eyes went wide.

"What?" I questioned, and he grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently.

"We're having a baby." He spoke, a smile growing on his face. It seemed like it became more real for him since he had to tell me.

"Did I hurt it?" I questioned, and he shook his head.

"They said you didn't. Your drinking was a one time thing, and God must be looking over you two." He spoke, and I bit my lip.

"Elliot, how is this going to work?" I asked, and he frowned.

"The whole your depression thing?" He asked, and I nodded.

"I need help. Like before." I frowned, and he sighed.

"We will work through it. " He smiled softly, and I nodded awkwardly.

"Promise?"

"Yes. I promise. So, do you want to get some sleep? I need to go and check on Eli anyway."

"Can you stay for a little bit? I don't want to lose you again right now."

"Hey, who said anything about losing me?" He questioned.

"I just don't want to go to sleep and wake up and think you left me again. And because I still might have hurt our baby."

"Just don't worry, love. I'll wait here a bit."

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After my 72 hour hold, Elliot and I decided that us being a family with Eli and whatever our baby is going to be, is more important than my freedom of sorts. I decided that I wanted to get help, so that I won't be flaking and going in and out of their lives anymore.

"Alright, so this is your room. You have two other people staying here, all are in the same condition as you. We don't want to put people who can harm you or your child in here." The nurse spoke, and I nodded.

"And then everyday you will have meetings with your therapist. Dr. Lindstrom has agreed to come here and work with you. Then everyday there are group meetings also."

"I know that Dr. Lindstrom was supposed to talk to everyone here about getting me back on anti-depression meds and anxiety pills too." I spoke, and she nodded.

"We have medicine set out for you already. It will be able to help you with what you want to cure."

"You can't really cure what I have." I sighed, and she nodded. She pointed at the dresser.

"You have the bottom one, and we will get you new clothes once a week." She went on and I nodded. I listened quietly. Once she was done, she let me unpack the few things I was allowed.

On the wall next to my bed, I put up a picture of Elliot, one of Eli, and a family picture of us all. I was ready to do this for them. For my baby. I wanted to be the best mother to him or her and Eli, since Eli hasn't really had a good mother.

After that, I sat on the bed and breathed slowly.

"I can do this. I have to do this."

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The first month, I worked super damn hard. It was hard to talk about everything I was feeling, especially when I had to talk about Lewis. Then it came to my guilt about my binge drinking and the feeling that I was harming my baby. But once I got used to those I talked with, and I grew close to a few, I got better.

Elliot and Eli came to visit me after a month of only phone calls, and it was amazing to see my boys.

"Hey!" Eli exclaimed, as he ran to me. I quickly wrapped my arms around him and hugged him warmly.

"Hey, Eli. How are you?" I asked, and he smiled.

"I'm okay. I've missed you." He admitted, and I chuckled.

"When did teenagers show emotion?" I asked, and he smiled and shrugged. Eli stepped back so Elliot could hug me. 

It was amazing to be held in Elliot's arms. He leaned down after a moment and kissed me gently.

"Hey, beautiful." He breathed, and I smiled.

"Hey. How have you two been?" I asked, and he elbowed Eli and smiled.

"We've been good. Lots of take out and video games."

"Not surprised." I chuckled, and Elliot laughed.

"Let's talk. I want to hear how you've been."

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