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“How’d your MRI go?”
“Are you serious? What, did Randall call you too?”
“No, I just have access to MyChart.”
Olivia can practically hear Elliot’s brain buffering.
“You…have access to your chart…and it shows my appointments?”
Olivia snorts in tune with a horn blaring behind her. “No, Elliot. MyChart is an application that shows a patient’s medical information. The nurse helped me set it up for you while you were out.”
“How the hell did you end up getting access to that?”
“Bernie told them I was your wife.”
The silence hangs heavy between them. Olivia grimaces when she processes what she just said. It just slipped out but it’s not just a joke to Elliot, even though that hospital clearly didn’t take HIPPA that seriously. He still refuses to talk about Kathy’s ghost hanging out in the warehouse to her.
When Bernie introduced her as Elliot’s wife to a few of the nurses Olivia had been embarrassed, the blush burning her ears and extending all the way down her chest. Luckily Randall wasn’t present.
“Liv, it’s okay.”
“No, sorry. That’s not something I should be joking about.”
“It’s fine. I like it when you take care of me.”
Olivia slams on her breaks and covers the hitch in her breath with a swear. “People really don’t know how to fucking drive in Manhattan!”
Elliot chuckles. “Sure, Benson.”
She rolls her eyes even though he can’t see it. “Answer the question, Detective.”
Elliot grunts. Olivia is already at the precinct parking lot but she is also in no rush to go inside. She waits him out, imagines she can count his heartbeats as he breathes softly in her ear.
“Everything looked normal. Whatever bullshit I get into it’s not because of a new injury.”
“Hilarious.”
“How’s Noah?”
Olivia exhales. Her brave boy wasn’t even mildly shaken by the chance encounter with that asshole. She’s proud but also pissed off that she wasn’t there to keep him safe.
“Liv…he’s a smart kid. You know he would not do something as dumb as getting into someone’s car.”
She shakes her head. “You’re right. He’s not even slightly bothered by it. But he did ask me to take him to a self-defense class.”
“I’ll teach him.”
It makes her smile how eager he is to spend time with her kid.
“After you’ve fully recovered from your traumatic brain injury.”
“Aye, Captain.”
Olivia chuckles. “Gotta go, Fin is walking this way.”
“That can’t be good this early. Have a good day, Olivia.”
“You too , Elliot.”
For the first time in a while, the end of their conversation doesn’t make her question when she will hear from him again.