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Elliot felt terrible as he paced around the hospital waiting room. Being late at night, there weren’t a whole lot of people there, so he was free to move. He felt overwhelmingly guilty about the reason he was there in the first place.
He and George had gone undercover together, trying to catch a rapist targeting gay couples. Olivia, being a woman, couldn’t help, Munch and Fin were at a conference and Cragen needed to supervise, so he and George had been drafted.
The fact that they actually were a gay couple had a lot to do with it, too.
The suspect had come at them and they’d drawn their guns. He made to shoot Elliot but George managed to get him out of the way, at the cost of George getting shot instead.
George was a psychiatrist; he wasn’t supposed to get hurt. True, he was with the FBI, but it still shouldn’t have happened.
Finally a nurse came to him.
“He’s out of surgery. He’ll be ok, but he has to stay here a few days. We were worried for a while.” He nodded.
“When can I see him?”
“You can now. He should wake up soon.”
Elliot ground his teeth when he got a look at George. He looked frail and his complexion was chalky.
Elliot gripped his hand gently. He felt like crying. George would be fine but he should have been protecting George, not the other way around.
“El?” George whispered hoarsely.
“Good, you’re awake. Are you ok?” George nodded.
“George, why did you push me out of the way?”
“Because I didn’t want you hurt.”
“But you got hurt instead.”
“I’d sacrifice anything for you.” Elliot felt tears running down his face.
“I love you.”