Disclaimer: I don t own Arrow. I would be very disappointed in it if I did, because they should not have killed Tommy. On second thought, if I owned it, I WOULD ELIMINATE THAT EPISODE FROM EXISTENCE - Or at the very least, the last six minutes.
Note: I have not watched the first episode of the next season yet, partly due to technical difficulties, and partly due to a sinking suspicion it will be depressing, dull, and empty. Feel free to reassure me otherwise, fellow grievers of Tommy's death. Oh, by the way, did anybody else notice that when Oliver said 'Open your eyes!' the last time in the episode, it almost looked like he had an idea, like 'Eureka! Open your EYES! I know how to save Tommy'? Or was that just wishful thinking?
Other Note: the Arr-ows are line breaks. They originally looked like arrows, but edited that out. So much for artistic license.
"No! Open your eyes! Open your eyes!" Oliver sobbed over Tommy. Then, a sudden thought came to him. Open your eyes! The iron bar had missed Tommy s heart!
"Wow. I am such an idiot. C'mere, Tommy." Oliver pulled Tommy off the iron bar and pulled his own hood up. He ran outside and hijacked the police car.
"Sorry!" he yelled after Mr. Lance. "I'll get it back to you. I have to get somebody to the hospital. Immediately." Mr. Lance glared at him, annoyed.
"I will find you!"
"Uh huh;" Oliver muttered, driving away at top speed. "Sure you will."
Arr-ow
"Hold on, Tommy;" Oliver grunted at he sent the car flying over somebody else's car. Miraculously, it landed safely. Tommy groaned.
"Where'd the iron bar through my chest go? What just happened? Why am I not dead yet?"
"Kind of busy driving you to a hospital, Tommy. We can talk after you've gotten a blood transfusion."
Arr-ow
Tommy blinked at the bright light shining in his eyes. He glanced over at the chair by his hospital bed, wondering who he'd see. He was unsurprised to see Laurel in the chair, and Oliver leaning over the seat back protectively. Both were fast asleep. He smiled, sadly, finally over his bitterness. They really were perfect together.
"So guys... What'd I miss?"
Laurel and Oliver both jerked awake.
"Tommy!"
"Tommy!"
"Oh, thank God," Laurel began,
"We were so afraid of losing you, Tommy." Oliver finished.
Tommy found himself wrapped in warm hugs. And then pain. Lots of pain. He gritted his teeth, and whispered softly,
"Ow."
It was okay, though. His friends were with him, and that was all that mattered.
Arr-ow
Laurel turned on the hospital TV. A black haired woman was saying,
"This is live from the Glades, where a mysterious, masked man is holding fifteen women and children hostage, demanding that Vigilante known as The Hood come to him. Will our city's hero come to their aid? Or will he leave these poor people to die? We'll be back in ten minutes with the latest update."
Oliver got to his feet and caught Tommy's eye apologetically.
"Look, I'm really sorry, but I have this thing."
"Isn't Tommy almost dying and the Glades getting earthquaked more important?" Laurel demanded indignantly. Tommy sighed.
"It's fine, Laurel. Whatever it is, it's probably really important." He stared at Ollie pointedly. "Stay safe." Oliver nodded.
"I will."