TRUST ISSUES
Arrow Chapter 1 (Fanfiction)
Oliver Queen grunted in pain as he limped his way down the foundry's metal staircase. Beside him his trusty sidekick, barely holding him the term "Trusty" could be used in ca bit of a stretch tonight. They had been doing a recon mission for intel on Malcom, when it went sideways. An unexpected masked lady jumped from the rooftops engaging them in an unwanted quarrel. Lets just say Oliver didn't like the way his partner reacted. Or didn't. "We're almost there Oliver, just hold on to me," Roy assured his partner. Suddenly they both came tumbling down the stairs. Roy scrambled for Oliver's quiver and arrows while trying trying to pick up his body.
"What happened? It was just supposed to be a recon mission." Heels clicked rapidly as Felicity rushed over to his limp body.
"Digg!" She yelled his name. "It's going to be okay Oliver hold on", She whispered.
Diggle came running, removing his jacket and weapon from its holster. He perched on the ground next to his friend. "Oliver?" No response. "Oliver!" Still no response. "Felicity what happened?" He asked as he began to check his vitals.
"I don't know he and Roy came flying down the stairs, and he ended up like this."
"Roy?" He called out but he didn't receive an answer. The kid was nowhere to be found. He turned away continuing to tend to his friend, relieved to see his pupils respond to the minurature flashlight.
"Shouldn't we pick him up?" She asked.
"No Felicity we don't know the whole story and i don't want to move him due to an unknown injury."
Felicity turned around for a second to see where Roy once sat.
Diggle's voice turned her attention back to Oliver."Go get some water from upstairs and a couple of blankets. If you see Roy upstairs or outside of the club see if you can get him to talk to you."
"Got it". She ran up the staircase.
He needed the blankets not necessarily the water, and he knew Roy was long gone by now. He needed a little privacy to see his injuries, check for any new scars, bumps or bruises. As he began his head-to-toe examination,he noticed one of his eyes were black. His arms seemed fine. He slowly removed the pants not wanting to put any immediate pressure on his back. He took a look at Oliver's now fading scar, grimacing. Flashing back to a limping Oliver just like tonight. His right knee concaving in from mirakuru Roy, his force snapping it like a twig. He lingered there a bit but continued on. Every scar had a story, history to it,and with Oliver you never knew. New stories magically appeared everyday. He wouldn't prude him about them though. He'd tell him when he was ready. That island had become much more than a physical place for the vigilante. That much he already knew. He unzipped the green hoodie, watched as the the blood seeped through the thick t shirt. He rolled the it up for a moment, trying to get a better look. Jagged cuts on his ribs and a medium sized gash ran across his shoulder. The tip of the arrow still embedded deeply into his shoulder. Diggle touched it, making Oliver stir a bit. His ministrations made him mumble incoherently, taking Diggs attention away from the wound and to his face."I know Oliver". He put the shirt down running off to get his suture kit. Felicity came rushing back down. "Digg i got what you asked for". She stopped for a second to look over oliver, his pale face and slow breathing made her cringe for a moment. When diggle took of his shirt it was even worst. Her gasp a sign of that.
"He's going to be fine Felicity, it's shallow wound, no arteries hit or serious damage. Are you going to be okay?"
She swallows and hesitates for a minute."Yeah, let's just help him, I don't like seeing him like this".
"Me either you ready"?
She nodded.
"Lets get to work".