A/N: Liv's POV. First little SVU drabble. Episode is 'Blinded'.

It was an animal reaction, simple as that. I saw Elliot go down, and my heart jumped into my throat. My legs were moving before I knew it.

"Get him!"

I dashed across the street, fuck the traffic. The driver of the SUV leaned on the horn, I ignored him. Elliot wasn't coming back up. I wanted him- willed him- to stagger to his feet, but he didn't. The unis were chasing down Picard, but all I could think about was Elliot. A dim thought flickered in the back of my mind, flared to life with a dull glow- I'm going to kill him because he hurt my man. It ended up staying lit, burning back there for days, weeks.

"Officer down, call a bus!"

I knelt beside him. He wasn't moving. I don't ever remember what I said exactly. I remember Elliot just lying there, limp. I wasn't sure if he was dead or alive, I just did what was natural- I pulled him to me. I cradled his head. I looked down, he still wasn't moving. Everything flew out the window- first aid, the ABCs, the possibility of head and spinal injury. Hell, I wasn't even sure he was alive until I felt his blood - my man's blood- seep through my shirt. His heart was still beating. I held him, stroked his cheek, told him everything was going to be fine, even though the cold, analytical part of my brain told me he couldn't hear me.

I held him close to me until the paramedics pried him away from me. I almost socked one of the medics before I got control of myself again. I wanted to hold him, make him okay, be with him. I held his hand in the bus. That medic stared at me like I was gonna saw it off, and I just stared him down. It's not that hard to understand.

Like I said, it was an animal reaction.