Chapter One

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… Beep… Beep… Beep…

" … Where am I?" His voice sounding like he smoked two packs a day.

She looked up shocked, "Mr. Queen! Oh my god you're awake! I should go grab the doctor… not to say that I'm not a doctor- I am, it's just… I'm an intern so I'm not allowed to a lot without a resident or attending other than babble which is going to stop in three… two… one… I will be right back Mr. Queen."

It wasn't until after she had already left the room that Oliver noticed he was grinning. He looked around the room trying to piece together what had happened and where he was, but he was drawing a blank. The sound of a knock on the door broke his train of thought. Looking back towards the door he saw the familiar blonde doctor and a slightly older doctor enter the room.

"Ah Mr. Queen, it is good to see you awake, my name is Dr. Ray Palmer and I am the surgeon that performed on you. How are you feeling?"

Oliver shifted upward to reply but the only thing that came out was a groan. His eyes shut and teeth clench feeling the pain radiate from his lower back and abdomen all the way up to his head. He felt someone rush forward to him and gently push him back down.

" I wouldn't do that Mr. Queen, you wouldn't want to rip your sutures now would you?"

The voice that spoke cause Oliver to open his eyes. The lady doctor was probably less than a foot away from his face checking to see if he tore anything. Oliver just stared at her, looking at the tiny freckles that dotted her nose and the way her blue eyes looked at him curiously from behind her glasses. A clearing of a throat from behind them reminded them that they weren't alone. Looking at Dr. Palmer he struggled to get the words out,

" Where am I? What happened? Where is my Dad? Why did I need surgery?"

Looking at Oliver, Dr. Palmer motioned for the young doctor. When she got closer he whispered into her ear and Oliver couldn't help but feel cold from her absent touch.

"What is this? What is happening? Why am I said that she isn't near me anymore?" He thought.

As she left the room, Dr. Palmer pulled up a chair and sat next to Oliver. He looked at him strangely.

" Mr. Queen, what do you remember?"

Before he could reply, the blonde walked in with a pitcher a water and a couple of cups. She slowly and carefully poured the water trying not to spill. She popped a straw into the cup and walked over to Oliver. She motioned for him to lean forward and not feeling the need to argue, he obliged. The rush of cold water slipping down his throat felt magical, giving him a new found energy he laid his head back down on the pillow.

" I was on the street with my dad and we walked into an alleyway. There were… five guys I think… they all had masks on and I think one of them had a… gun! One of them had a gun and I think I saw at least two more with… a knife. Wait… did I get shot? Where's my dad? Is he hurt? Oh my god!"

Tears rushed out of his eyes as his voice broke, the memories flashing before his eyes.

FLASHBACK:

The bitter wind blowing past made Oliver dip his head into his scarf. Looking to his right he saw his dad looking at him trying not to laugh. Oliver just glared.

"Why do I have to do this!? I don't care about the company, I just want to live my life the way I want to!"

He didn't understand why his dad wanted him to run the company, he didn't know anything about running a company. He might have gone to four different schools but it's not like he actually graduated from any of them. He was basically drunk off his ass 24/7.

"Because Oliver, when I decide to retire I need someone to take my spot and we both know Thea won't so that leaves you. And who knows maybe you will enjoy running QC, I mean, that's how I met your mother. I can remember the day, she had just walked into the lobby and she was wearing this delicious-"

"Gah! Dad shut up! I don't need to hear that, what are you trying to do, make my ears bleed!?"

Robert just chuckled. Looking around, Oliver noticed that they weren't on the main street anymore.

"Say dad where are we?"

"Oh! We are taking a short cut, don't worry I take it everyday."

Right as Oliver started to open his mouth he saw something move from his peripheral. He stopped right where he was and turned to his right. A few step later Robert noticed his son stop behind him.

"Oliver what are you doing? We are going to be late!"

"Dad shut up for just a second!"

He slowly moved in the direction where he say something move. He stilled when he heard a clang come from behind the dumpster in front of him. Cautiously he began to move forward again. As he came up to the dumpster he counted to three in his head before jumping toward the back of the dumpster, hoping to scare whatever was behind it. Unfortunately the only thing he managed to scare was a tiny black kitten that hissed at him. Taking a deep breath he chuckled to himself before turning around.

"Sorry dad just thought I heard- Dad? Where did you go?"

Oliver looked around for his dad, but couldn't see him. As he moved to turn he felt a cold piece of metal against his throat, and a hand cover his throat.

"It would be best to keep quiet Mr. Queen, we don't want to have to kill you."

He struggled to get out of the hold the stranger had him in.

"Wrong move Mr. Queen"

He felt the knife move away from his throat, only for the butt to slam down on the back of his head. He felt himself fall to the floor, and as he slowly drifted into unconsiousness he heard the stranger mutter.

"Welcome to hell Mr. Queen."

END OF FLASHBACK:

The monitors were going crazy, beeping and making nose like a bat out of hell.

"Dr. Smoak quick I need 10 mg of phenobarbitol stat!"

The doctors rushing around the room didn't help the panic attack that had consumed Oliver. Quickly Felicity moved towards him.

"Wait! I think I can help him. Everyone shut up and stop moving. Oliver, I need you to focus on the sound of my voice, can you you do that? I need you to slow your breathing ok? Breath in with me ok? Breath in one… two… three… and release. In one… two… three… release. Good good, now can you open your eyes and look at me please."

Oliver felt his pulse start to come down at he opened his eyes. Staring at the doctor in front of him he started to feel normal again.

" Good job Oliver, now just keep up with the breathing."

"... What just happened?"

" Mr. Queen," Dr. Palmer interjected. "It seems like you just had a panic attack, and thanks to Dr. Smoak we didn't have to sedate you."

"Oh, but why did I have a panic attack, what happened?"

"Mr. Queen what day do you think it is?"

Oliver looked at him strangely.

"Um… let's see… It was December fourth, that day. So what, maybe the fifth or sixth? Also where is Thea and my mother?"

The quiet murmur that rose amoung the doctors worried Oliver. What weren't they telling him.

"... Mr. Queen… that was two and a half years ago."

A/N

Hey everyone this is my first story so I hope you enjoy. This will be many chapters, hopefully around 20, but I don't know at this point. So please review, like, or whatever see ya!