Why ?
That's all he could ask himself. Why did she leave ? Why had he let her ? Why couldn't he had saved her ? Why did she have to save him ? These were the questions that swirled around his head. The answers were all too clear.
She left because she had to save your sorry ass because you can't do it yourself. He knew their was no way to convince Chloe Sullivan to turn one of her ideas around. Even if it was a stupid, irresponsible idea. One that took her away forever and left him grieving and heartbroken. One thing Oliver had learned as the Green Arrow was that you couldn't save somebody who didn't want to be saved. Chloe Sullivan had never wanted to be saved. Never wanted to be the damsel in distress. But, she would always be the savior. No matter the cost, she always would as long as she breathed. But, none of these answers soothed him like she did.
He walked over to the coffee machine. Her favorite coffee machine. He stared at it meaningfully before turning it on. Oliver listened to it hum as it turned on. Then, watched it meticulously drip until the pot was full. He went through the motions as he made a cup of coffee. Just the way Chloe liked it. He couldn't stand the way she liked it but it was familiar and it was a part of her, No matter how miniscule, that was still there. He grabbed the cup and walked over to the couch. He pulled his knees against his chest.
He inhaled the smell of the coffee. The smell that he associated with everything good that happened with him lately. He bit his lip as he felt tears prick his eyes. Oliver gripped the cup tighter. But, they slipped down anyway. Endless tracks down his cheeks. His hands shook and he was scared he would drop the cup. Out of fear, he slowly and carefully set it down. He walked over to the chair she sat at for missions. Missions she would never go on again. Then he saw it, a jacket. But not any jacket, it was her jacket. Her green leather jacket. He pulled it close. He almost chuckled at the scent of coffee wafting from it. Ollie walked back to the couch and sat down.
He spread the jacket across his legs, smoothed it over with shaky hands. He picked back up the coffee cup and inhaled it. He let the tears drop again as he walked over to the sink and sat the cup next to it. Then he slowly made his way back to the couch and laid down, Chloe's jacket pulled over him. He winced as pain shot through him. His injuries were still fresh and really bad, actually. But, all he could think about was Chloe. If she was hurt, how bad. If she was scared, if she was even still alive. He groaned and shifted. Pain shot through him again. He winced and then kicked himself.
Chloe was somewhere scared and alone and he here was. Curled up on a warm couch and sheltered and he could have company if he called. He kicked himself again. He heard the door swoosh open. But, he didn't have the energy to care. Normally, he would've at least tried to put up a front. But, he didn't have the physical or mental energy to. He closed his eyes and willed the person to go away. It apparently didn't work as he felt a hand on his forehead. "Oliver, Hey."
He bit his lip. Then, let it go. "I'm sorry." Oliver takes one look at Clark's face and knows. Just knows that she isn't coming back. He chokes back a sob. "She's really gone isn't she ?" Oliver asks in a pitiful tone he despises as his chin wobbles. He sees Clark shake his head regretfully. Oliver lets out a sob as realization is fully home.
Then, he was swept up in an embrace. He felt the tears against his face before he registered that he was sobbing. His hands grasped tightly against Clark's jacket. The hug tightened and he relished it. The contact, but then the pain shot through him again. He hissed and winced in pain. Clark pulled back, he scanned over Ollie. His face took on shock as he walked over to another figure. "God, Oliver." He was laid onto the couch and felt pressure on his stomach. He hissed and tried to recoil from it. "No, come on." He recoiled again. His vision was fraying at the edges and he couldn't breathe. "Here, hold him still." A new voice said. He felt pressure on his shoulders and tried sloppily to fight against them. Then he felt a prick in his arm and an overwhelmingly sleepy feeling. Recognition hit him as he went out sleepily murmuring one name. "Chloe."