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Darkest Nights	By : Bucken-Berry Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eventually, Elliot looked at the clock and broke the silence. "We need to get to bed."
They both stood slowly. "Take it easy, doc," Elliot ordered.
"Elliot, I can walk," George insisted.
"I know you can but you got out of breath earlier. You shouldn't strain your lungs," Elliot informed him. Eventually they reached the guest bedroom and Elliot helped George settle in. He made to leave but George grabbed his arm.
"Please don't go," he begged.
"You want me to stay in the bed with you?" Elliot asked, surprised.
"I don't feel like I can be alone," George admitted sadly.
Elliot was shocked by the request. Victims usually shied away from human contact for a long time after an attack. George willingly kissing him had been unexpected, but reaching out to him like this was just short of miraculous. Although, Elliot knew that George wasn't a typical victim. And it was a good sign that George wasn't isolating himself. It would make it easier to reach him whenever he needed help.
"I'll stay with you," Elliot promised. He sat down next to George and placed a hand on his shoulder. He frowned at knot he felt.
"Those are way too tense," he noted. He began to knead at the knot of tension.
"That feels amazing," George gasped.
"Turn over," Elliot suggested. George complied, rolling onto his stomach. Elliot's strong hands worked at the muscles, moving from his shoulders down his back, to his legs and eventually back to his arms.
"Mmm," George hummed contentedly. Elliot smiled at George's reaction. George started breathing deeper, indicating that he was about to fall asleep if he hadn't already.
Elliot stopped and set his head on George's back, listening to George's breathing. He had been worried about George worsening the condition of his lungs. He sounded wheezy, Elliot noticed, but not terrible.
"I would have let you listen to them if you'd asked," George mumbled suddenly.
"I didn't know you were awake," Elliot said sheepishly.
"S'ok," George said sleepily. Elliot laid down next to him and closed his eyes.
Completely drained from the emotional night, Elliot and George found themselves falling asleep quickly.
George blinked as the sunlight hit his face. He felt another person against him and he panicked, scrambling to get away. He fell onto the floor and only then remembered that he was at Elliot's. He gazed at the ceiling for a moment while he caught his breath.
"Doc? You okay?" Elliot called from the bed. He stood up and walked over to George.
"Uh… yeah," George said breathlessly.
"What happened? Did you have a nightmare?" Elliot asked as he pulled George to his feet.
"I did, but it wasn't what caused me to fall. I just became alarmed," George said ashamedly.
"George, anyone would be afraid," Elliot said gently.
"I feel guilty for having been afraid of you," George said.
"Would you tell that to any other victim?" George tensed at the question. Elliot immediately recognized his mistake.
"What I meant was-"
"I know what you meant," George said uncomfortably. He rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke.
"Do you want to go back to bed?" Elliot asked to break the silence.
"Maybe later."
Elliot nodded and they walked towards the kitchen.
"So what was your nightmare about last night?" Elliot asked as he toasted some bread.
"It was actually different from my recurring one. I can't decide whether that's a relief or not because it was still terrible," George said.
"So what was it?"
"It started out like my recurring nightmare, except in the end…" He trailed off and shook his head.
"What is it, George?"
"The dream ended with them killing me," he said shakily. He averted Elliot's sympathetic gaze and grabbed a piece of toast, though he wasn't hungry in the least. He took a bite to stall any further discussion. His stomach started churning but he didn't care. He noticed Elliot was still looking at him.
"What?"
"Are you going to tell Hendricks about your nightmares?"
"I suppose," he said reluctantly.
"Do you want to tell me?" Elliot asked gently.
"I bothered you enough last night," George said.
"You always listen to me when I need it. And there's no way in hell what you said last night wasn't worth me listening to," Elliot stated.
"You're right," George sighed. "I just never told anyone much about me, let alone in one sitting."
"Isn't it about time you let someone in, and let someone take care of you? I'm not going to judge you and I'm not going to lose anything by listening to you. I've said this before and I'll say it again—you're a psychiatrist and you know exactly what you need to do to heal. And you need to start healing before you start worrying about me or anyone else," Elliot informed him.
"Okay," George said. He closed his eyes and Elliot walked to him. Elliot stood behind George and wrapped his arms around the smaller man. George tensed slightly.
"You're on edge," Elliot observed.
"I am," George admitted. "But it's not because of you."
"I know," Elliot assured him. "I know."
George stood and turned around. He looked into Elliot's eyes. They were intense, with a lot of emotion—as always. Elliot was concerned, almost to the point of fear, and he was angry. The kind of anger people get when they want to seek revenge for others. And there was definite affection and love. He hadn't seen the last two emotions directed at him in a long time. His throat tightened at the thought.
"I'm going to protect you," Elliot whispered. He pulled George closer to him. George closed his eyes and gradually relaxed.
"George, when we find them… will you be able to testify?" Elliot asked. George swallowed.
"I think I can. But I'm not sure."
"Okay," Elliot said. He continued to hold George close to him. He knew he was doing a good job comforting George, but he also knew that his anger towards George's attackers was boiling close to the surface.
If he ever got his hands on George's attackers, he realized, it would take Olivia and Fin physically dragging him away to make sure he didn't kill them.
But he pushed the thought away, because George still needed him.
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