#21x08

The scene we all deserved in 21x08, after Amanda gets high off of DMT, and winds up in the hospital. Enjoy!

The hallucinations had been harmless enough, and it wasn’t like she’d taken a lethal dose, but the hospital wanted to keep her overnight for observation just in case. Olivia had taken it upon herself to sit with Amanda until she leveled out. She knew, if it were her, Amanda would have done the same.

The day mostly consisted of Amanda giggling at the sky, pointing her fingers up, tracing some imaginary shape. When Olivia inquired as to what she was smiling at, Amanda shot her a shit eating grin, and said, “The flying hippos, Livvy.”

Olivia had chuckled, her eyebrows raised. “Flying hippos, huh?”

The blond nodded, looking back up at the ceiling. “The leader is named George. He’s really big, but he speaks his own language?”

“Is that so?” Olivia leaned over the railing that attached to the bed. “What language?”

Amanda started speaking in a foreign tongue, more like babble, really. Olivia began laughing.

They spoke of George, and his smaller hippo army. Amanda would laugh at Olivia’s face, trying to touch it, saying her eyes glowed like embers. Her hair made of pretty snakes. How she had wings, and could fly like an angel.

Eventually she’d passed out, and Olivia was grateful, hoping she would wake up more lucid and aware of her surroundings. But the next time she would wake up, it would not be with a clear mind. At around midnight, Amanda awoke screaming and crying, backing up against the headboard of the bed, balling the sheets in her fists.

Olivia shot up, somewhat disoriented. She looked around and her eyes sat on the blond who was in absolute distress. “Amanda, shhh, it’s okay.”

“Hes after me.” She cried, her chest heaving. “He’s coming for me, Liv.”

“Who?” Olivia asked gently, slowly walking up to her so as not to spook the blond detective.

“The clown.” Amanda responded with a sob. “He’s over there.” She pointed toward the corner of the room.

Olivia sighed, and sat down next to her, causing her to jump. “Amanda it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“B-But he has a knife.” Amanda held onto Olivia tightly. “He wants to kill me!”

“No, love. I won’t allow that.” Olivia smiled, rubbing Amanda’s hand. “I’ll protect you. Lay down, and keep your eyes on me, okay?”

Sniffling, the blond did as her superior officer asked. Her blue eyes attached to Liv’s brown.

“You’re so pretty.” Amanda breathed.

“With my ember eyes?” Olivia joked.

“No. Brown.” She responded tiredly. “And your pretty brown hair.”

Olivia blushed at this.

“I could kiss you.” Amanda breathed.

“No, no.” Olivia gaped. “Go to sleep, Amanda. Sleep this off.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“Never.”

The blonds eyelids fluttered shut. “Love you, Livvy.”