A/N: Heya! This is my first Arrow fanfic so all reviews are welcome and thankyou so much for reading this! This fic starts right after Oliver was rescued from Lian Yu. Enjoy:)

Chapter 1:

Oliver's POV

The faint beeping lulled me back to a somewhat peaceful sleep, but maybe that was just the morphine they had me hooked up to. Oh god, it felt so good. It was a refreshing pulse of ecstacy with every beep of the machine- with every drip of heaven entering his blood stream. I slowly opened my eyes; my vision was blurry and everything was out of focus. They must've given me something good because I felt like I was tripping hard. This is coming from a guy who spent the better part of his twenties dealing and doing drugs.

A few minutes passed in my blissful eternity, until suddenly the door was swung open harshly. "Mr. Queen", said a slightly accented male voice.

For a second, I was shell shocked, but within seconds, I bolted out of the room instinctively, dragging my IV cart and rushing for the door. After hurriedly ripping out the various needles , I bolted out of the door, only to be greeted with men in black suits and guns. Instinctively, I squared my shoulders in an alert stance, waiting to be attacked by my offenders, ready for their blows. Seconds later,I was attacked from behind, but not by a punch or a gun shot, instead a syringe emptied out its contents into my system.

"Oliver, how are you feeling?", said the same accented voice. This time, as I reached to block off the offender, my arms stopped mid-way through the air, only to be restrained by a pair of bolted handcuffs. I then proceeded to testing out the other three limbs, and much to my dismay, I had been shackled to the bed. Deciding to play it cool, I then glanced at the man to my right.

"Where am I", I asked gruffly, my voice cracking. "You are at St. Benedict's Hospital, Mr. Queen. If you remember correclty,my name is Harry Upton, and I am your primary woke up yesterday but you've been in and out of consciousness for a while. Earlier this morning you woke and tried to leave. "Is that why I'm in handcuffs?", I asked accusingly. "You're behavior was quite erratic so I had you sedated.", he replied mouth formed the word 'oh' but never said it. "Umm... where is my family...can I see them? Are they alright?", I asked. "Yes, they're fine. I'll let them see you in a moment.", he said.

9 days later...

"Ollie!" I was greeted by a breathtaking hug from my kid sister. "Oomph", I uttered involuntarily. "Speedy... I can't believe its you...", I said, at a loss for words. "Ollie-", her eyes started tearing up"-I'm so happy you're alive, they all thought that you were...but I never did, I knew you were still alive", she said. Two hours and a nice meal later, I headed up to my old room and threw myself onto the bed. I tucked in the bow and arrow case under my bed and then laid down on the comforter. I felt a prick on my back. As I tried to find the foreign object, my hands shook slightly at first, but then vigorously. My heart raced like a speeding horse and I tried to catch my breath. The last thing I saw before consciousness escaped me was a man covered in black leather with a bow held loosely at his shoulder.

-A/N: Wow so that was fun to write! Please review:)