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Darkest Nights	By : Bucken-Berry Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It had been five long days since George had been found. He had improved some—his organs started functioning properly, his blood pressure became regular enough so it wasn't septic shock anymore- but the fever was still worrying. His temperature was still 104 degrees.
Elliot sighed and grabbed a cold towel. He set it on George's forehead and immediately got a response. George made a tiny sound, something that sounded like a whimper and a moan at the same time.
"George?" Elliot asked. He didn't get a response but George seemed to be coming around. He gently, yet insistently, stroked the other man's face. "Come on, George," he said encouragingly.

Consciousness crept in slowly and he became aware of his body. He was in a bed. It was burning hot, though something cold was being put on his head. He felt nauseated and dizzy. His body ached, and a sharp sensation in his chest indicated that he'd been hooked up to a central IV line. He must be in bad shape if that was necessary. He took in a breath, which made his chest burn and throb. He let out a tiny sound and heard a familiar voice calling his name. He wanted to reply but his tongue was thick and heavy. The person stroked a steady rhythm on his face. He moaned in protest.
"C'mon, George," he heard again. He couldn't get his eyes open but he finally got his mouth to work.
"M'awake," he said. His voice was raspy.
"Can you open your eyes?"
He tried again. They opened and he blinked several times, trying to focus. He felt groggy and confused. His vision focused after a moment and he saw Elliot, concern etched on his face. He looked up at him blearily.
"Elliot?" he asked. He winced slightly at the raspy sound. Elliot noticed and grabbed a cup of ice chips. He accepted some and sighed in relief.
"One minute, I'm going to tell them you're awake," Elliot said. He walked over to the door and talked to a nurse for a moment before coming back.
"Do you feel ok?" Elliot asked.
"No. I feel awful," he replied. There wasn't any use in lying.
"That's to be expected," Elliot said. "You were in septic shock. You aren't in any immediate danger anymore but you're still in rough shape. Your lungs are infected and your fever is still high."
That explained the central IV line. He touched it and frowned.
"Is it hurting you?" Elliot asked with concern.
George shook his head. "Not hurting, exactly, just… sharp."
He realized suddenly that Elliot would ask him for his statement soon. He felt dread in his stomach and tried to stall him.
"What time is it?"
"8:00 at night."
"How long will I be here?"
"At least a week. Probably two. You've already been here 5 days."
"I was out that long."
It wasn't really a question but Elliot replied anyway. "Yeah. They found you on a highway."
He wasn't going to be able to avoid it any longer. Elliot's next words confirmed his thought.
"I know you just woke up, but I need your statement. Can you stay awake long enough to give it to me? You can take as long as you need." Elliot spoke gently.
"I… yes. One moment." He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, ignoring the pain it sent through his chest. He touched the IV again, fiddling with the tape as he spoke.
"I had just left a subway station. There was only one person there, besides me. Suddenly he walked towards me and put a gun against my head. He told me to go with him or he'd-" He swallowed hard before continuing.
"-he'd kill me. I was forced into a van. There were about a half dozen in there. They took turns with me. Then the van stopped and they put a rag against my nose and mouth. I passed out." He took a drink from a cup of water on the nightstand, trying to ease the soreness in his throat that wasn't caused by illness.
"I woke up in a poorly constructed… I don't know what to call it. It might have been a house with a lot of cracks, or a cabin. A man came in and cut me; deep enough to hurt terribly but shallow enough so he could do it indefinitely and I wouldn't bleed out." He took another sip of water. He was trying not to cry.
"He told me he would break me down and he knew I was FBI. He stopped eventually and said he wanted to save some of me for the others. It all becomes a blur after that. I was raped and cut and burned. I don't know how long I was there."
Elliot hesitated. "A month," he informed George softly. "One more thing, George. Did they have any distinguishing features?"
George shook his head and began to cry. He managed to stay still through the tears, knowing he had to mind the central line, but it was hard. Elliot tried to find a way to comfort him without disrupting the IV. He set his hand on George's shoulder and leaned forward, murmuring reassurances. George eventually stopped and looked up at him. "This is going to sound odd, but did I wake up before this?"
"Hm?"
"You said I was here five days, and there's something… well, I think something happened but it might have been a dream. Did I wake up before this?" he asked nervously.
"Yeah," Elliot said softly. "You did, sort of. You weren't really making a lot of sense, though."
"What did I say?" He was pretty sure he knew, but he wanted to make sure.
"You said you thought it was a dream because you weren't there anymore."
"Anything else?" Elliot shifted uncomfortably before answering.
"You said you were in love with me."
"I thought so," George whispered.
"I said it back," Elliot informed him. George looked up at him.
"You…"
"I love you, George," Elliot said softly. George sighed.
"What is it?" Elliot asked him.
"I wanted to hear that, but now… I'm not sure about much of anything."
"Anyone would feel doubt after what you've been through," Elliot said softly.
George nodded, accepting the truth of the words. He felt tired again.
"You should get some sleep, George," Elliot said. He stood up and George grasped his arm desperately, feeling a pained need for human contact.
"No, don't go!" He blushed at the needy sound. "I mean, would you please stay, if it's not too much trouble?" Elliot nodded.
"You should still try to sleep though," he told George. George sighed.
"Ok." He realized he still was holding Elliot's hand. He laced his fingers with Elliot's. Elliot paused and then withdrew his hand.
"George, you need time. Just take a little while to start to heal. I'll wait. I promise."
"I… Ok," George said with a defeated sigh. He wanted to protest but he didn't have the energy. It frustrated him that talking was making him so exhausted. He closed his eyes, too tired to keep them open.
"I might have to leave but someone will be here when you wake up again," Elliot told him. George was already asleep before he finished his sentence.
With a sigh, Elliot sat down next to George, his mind whirling.
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