Rie's POV:
I can't believe that Oliver's back. He has been gone for 5 years, I had to live without him for 5 years, and now he's back, and his freaking 'princess' doesn't even know what to do. But as of now, I am driving to the hospital where Oliver is, I don't know whether to be mad at him, or to show him how much I missed him…I mean come on, Sarah was my best friend, my only girl best friend and now she's gone because she fell in love with Oliver Queen! She fell for his charm, but I can't blame her though, Oliver is really special. There is something about him that you can't get enough of. While Oliver, he's my best friend too, even if he is 3 years older than me, we've known each other since I was born, since our parents were best friends since babies too.
I reached the hospital and parked my Ford Ranger and rushed to the elevator. I reached the 23rd floor where Oliver's room is. I saw Moira, Oliver's mom, whom I call mom too, with our private doctor, Dr. James, and rushed to her side. "How is he mom? Is he okay? " I asked Moira while hugging her then looked through the window. "I think so Rie, I hope so." Mom said while hugging me back. "His body is covered with 20% scar tissues and some of his bones were broken and healed wrong, but he is going to be okay." Dr. James said. "Has he told anything about what happened?" Moira asked him. "He hadn't said much to anyone , but I expect that you understand that the Oliver today, is not the same Oliver you lost." He replied.
Moira then decided to walk into Oliver's room, hugged him and spoke to him. While I just stood outside and stared at him, I haven't really decided what to do. He broke his embrace with Moira when he heard me sniff, which I didn't realize I did and opened his arms to me. I looked into his eyes but all I could see was Sarah, and it broke me, I ran away from him and headed to my car and broke down.
I composed myself and started to drive to the airport. Thank God I have a business meeting in Paris, thank God that Mom and Walter chose me to do the meeting. I don't know what i'll do if Oliver and I are in the same house after I ran away from him.
And I don't know if I could forget the look he gave when I ran away from him.
