So, I've gotten this prompt…. Once in a comment by a guest, and once by ARROWflashSPN…
"I would really like a one shot or a two shot where Oliver and Roy are on a mission, but it goes wrong. And Roy is about to get shot but Oliver pushes him out of the way and gets shot in the leg instead. Oliver hides the pain until Roy finds out on his own. Bonus points if Oliver and Roy have no way of contacting dig and felicity. Please write this!"
The guest request was so similar that I kinda assume you're one and the same…
But anyway… You caught my eye…
And I finally wrote something down when I got the PM…
Sorry I didn't do it straight away… I blame it on working two jobs at the time…
Lame excuse, I know…
Hope you enjoy, and that I didn't mess it up for you!
The gun was aimed directly on him. Roy felt his heart beat as fast as he had ever felt it. The nozzle of the glock was steady as could be. Roy had no doubt that once that trigger was pulled, he himself would be a dead man.
His eyes left the matte black steel, and traveled up to meet cold blue eyes. The man holding the gun seemed to be at ease with his task…
Roy shivered… Even though their radio contact with Felicity back in Star city had been broken a few hours ago, he swore he could hear her practically screaming into his ear. 'Roy! What's happening over there?'
But the radio had died on them, and their cellphones didn't even have emergency signal… That's what you get for trying to help old friends in the middle of no-where Canada… About fifty miles from the nearest anything worth mentioning… Three miles from their car on an old shady gravel road…
Microscopic movements caused his eyes to dart down to the gun itself again. The man's index finger had started tightening around the trigger. And somehow, Roy was unable to move… Not even an inch.
.ARW
It happened almost simultaneously. The loud boom of the firearm and the force that hit him.
Roy was about certain that he had been shot, at least until he realized that the force had shoved him a completely different way than a bullet would have. He tumbled down to the bottom of the hill, and stopped against an old pine tree.
From up the hill, he could hear another couple of gunshots and finally the dull thud of a body hitting the pine needle covered ground.
"Oh shit! Oliver!" realization dawned on him, and he prayed to whatever might be out there that Oliver would be all right once he reached the place he had been mere minutes earlier.
He struggled to his feet, and made a guess that he was slightly concussed… Or…
On second thought… DEFINITELY concussed!
He forced himself up the hill, even though he had to stop every fifth yard to keep from puking. He finally caught a glimpse of Oliver when he came over one of the smaller fallen tree trunks.
He praised higher powers when he saw that his friend was standing against the base of a tree, while the man with the glock, and his 'buddy' was lying lifelessly on the ground. Arrows piercing the both of them…
Roy climbed over the last obstacle dividing him and the area Oliver was standing in, then he graciously emptied his stomach for whatever he had been eating the last three days… Or rather whatever he hadn't been eating the last three days…
"Roy!" Oliver's concerned voice broke through to him, "Are you alright?"
Roy suddenly felt Oliver's big palms on his shoulders. They were steadying him as he continued to heave up whatever acid that might have been left inside him.
"Is it a concussion?" Oliver's voice was right there beside him. "Looks like you split your head open… We should probably stitch that up sooner rather than later…"
Roy didn't trust himself to open his mouth without throwing up, so he nodded… And hissed as the movement caused him pain and more nausea.
.ARW.
Oliver fought against the pain radiating from his leg. The bullet aimed at Roy had pierced through his lower leg, making it pretty freaking close to useless… Then a second bullet had forced its way through the muscly part of his thigh, thankfully in the same leg as the first bullet had hit. It made a nasty wound, but the second one was still within the reach of 'just-a-flesh-wound' (No bones had been shattered or broken there…) He had managed to make a tourniquet before Roy made it back up the hill.
Roy wasn't much better off either. If concussions could be measured in inches and yards, the one he was sporting was about the same size as your average football field… He didn't look like he would stop puking straight away either…
It took Oliver hours to make a shelter for the two of them, and to get a fire going. He knew that he would have to check up on Roy every now and then, even though there wasn't all that much he could do about his friends situation.
.ARW.
~A few days later~
Heaven help me! My leg is killing me! Oliver gripped his one makeshift crutch even tighter. Moving around was a gruesome task, but he had to gather some food for them… Even though Roy probably would throw it back up, and he himself barely could stand the thought of food as his leg was hurting so intensely.
A rabbit hopped slowly through the clearing in front of him, and Oliver raised his bow without making a sound. He drew a few long, silent breaths, before he released the string of his bow. Causing the arrow to dart through the air, and killing the rabbit sitting on the ground.
Oliver almost whooped of joy, thankful that today's hunt was finished within the first ten minutes of the hunt… Less time he had to be standing, more time he could be resting. And rest was something he sorely needed.
He hobbled painfully over to where the brown rabbit struggled through the last of its death-cramps, its legs kicking aimlessly as the tiny heart stopped beating and the remaining oxygen in its body drained from its muscles.
Oliver bent down to pick it up, but was caught off guard by his bad right leg knocking against a rock. He cussed and fretted before he managed to regain control enough to pick up the fruit of his hunting.
Then he hobbled back to the shelter he had made.
.ARW.
He was almost lost his balance due to shock when he saw Roy sitting there, SITTING THERE!
The poor guy had been out of it for almost nine days. He had been awake every now and then, and Oliver had fed him and given him water.
"Good to see you up and about!" Oliver leaned quickly against the nearest tree, hiding his 'crutch'…
"Yeah…" Roy nodded cautiously, "Hey… What day is it?... I feel like I missed some time…"
Oliver smiled, Roy looked much better than he had the previous days. He still seemed tired though… But that was to expect from a serious concussion…
"It's Tuesday… You hit your head nine days ago…" he finally answered.
"Nine days! No wonder my head feels funny!"
Oliver nodded. "You hungry?"
Roy nodded, "Yeah… I'm starving!"
"Good!" Oliver grinned, "I brought back a bunny from the carnivore's market…"
Roy chuckled for a few seconds, until something else captured his mind.
"What happened to the two guys?"
"They're dead…"
"Am I on the right track when I think that one of them aimed a gun at me?"
Oliver nodded, and absentmindedly looked down at his own legs.
"Yeah… You're not mistaken…"
There was a silence, and after a few seconds Roy followed Oliver's gaze… Finally taking in the two brown-red rags, full of dried up blood, covering two places along Oliver's right leg.
Roy shot up to his feet, taking a half second to regain his balance, before he made a beeline for Oliver.
"You're hurt!"
Oliver offered him a half-hearted grin, then he nodded. Exhaustion visible in his eyes.
"Is it bad?"
Roy took in Oliver's posture again. Oliver laid no weight on his right leg, he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks, and…
Roy finally saw the improvised crutch Oliver tried to hide. Yeah… This was probably bad…
"How bad is it?" he instinctively put his hands on Oliver's upper arms. Mentally steadying him. "You should be in a hospital bed, shouldn't you?!"
"You should be in a hospital bed too… That concussion was serious…"
Roy shook his head slightly, "I'm getting better, thick skull… Remember?"
Roy paused for a few seconds, and took a step back.
"What happened to you?"
"Got two bullets through my leg… One of them isn't too bad…"
Roy nodded, understanding the subtext of what Oliver was saying just as easily as if he had shouted it to the world. The other wound was crippling…
"Think you can make it to the car with some help?" Roy folded his arms in front of himself.
A slight smile tugged at Oliver's lips.
"I only waited because of you…" he winked before he made the follow up to the comment. "You're heavy you know…"
Roy rolled his eyes.
"Well, at least your humor isn't injured…" he said as he moved in beside Oliver to act as a second crutch.
.ARW.
Some hours later they were inside the car, heading for the nearest city and hospital.
Even with his recent concussion, Roy was the one driving. Mainly because Oliver couldn't bend or move his right leg at all, without causing himself excruciating pain.
The old gravel road was no dream to drive on, and every pothole and bump they hit caused Oliver to let out pained noises.
With one bump in the road that Roy hadn't even seen, Oliver cussed and his hands shot down to steady his leg.
"Oliver… Why didn't you call Felicity, or Diggle?"
"Radio's broken… No signal on the phone… Remember?" Oliver managed to answer through gritted teeth. He was in a world of hurt, and they were still about five hours away from any hospital or major city…
"Right…"
They hit another pothole, and Oliver hissed in pain.
"Sorry…"
" 's all right…"
Thanks for the opportunity. I liked playing around with it!
Should I make it in to a two-shot with a hospital/recovery chapter?
