Felicity woke up after a few hours to some strange noise from her living room. It sounded like somebody was tossing and turning on her couch and every once in a while there were some strange sounding mumbles and moans.
Shit! Oliver! Felicity was immediately wide awake and ran to the other room. There she saw Oliver lying on her couch still asleep but sweating profusely and moving around a lot.
"Oliver? Oliver, wake up", she quietly said as she went over to him and put a hand on his shoulder.
Normally it wasn't really a good idea to touch a sleeping Oliver because he tended to be violent when something startled him, but Felicity thought it would be okay if he heard her voice at the same time.
Now, however, she didn't get any reaction out of him, which was really strange. She decided to shake him harder, but still nothing happened. At last she almost screamed his name, but it was only when she shook him so hard she jostled his side and the infected wounds that his eyes snapped open.
He swung his arm out to get rid of the person touching him, but didn't get very far. His punch was weak to begin with and when his arm moved far enough that it moved the skin over his ribs a shooting pain cut through him and he froze and did his best not to scream. He squeezed his eyes shut, clenched his jaw and just laid there in pain.
"Oliver? Oliver, are you okay? I'm not gonna hurt you, just tell me how you feel and what I should do", Felicity asked worriedly.
Oliver opened his eyes once more but just stared at Felicity as if he didn't have any idea of what she was saying. Felicity noticed his eyes looked glassy and unfocused, and combined with the sweating she was afraid his fever had spiked badly. She got her suspicions confirmed when she touched his forehead and felt that he really was burning up.
"Oliver, it's me Felicity. You're at my place and everything's okay, but it seems you have a high fever and i really need you to tell me how you're feeling", she tried again.
He blinked a couple of times and tried his best to focus on her, but didn't really succeed. At least he now somewhat understood what she was trying to tell him and recognized Felicity's voice.
"I'm...", he started to rasp out but his throat was so dry he couldn't form any words. He tried to clear his throat a couple of times but still his voice wouldn't work.
Felicity seemed to understand the problem and quickly rushed to the kitchen for some water. She held the glass up to him so that he wouldn't have to move his arms and jostle his wounds and after he'd drank the whole thing he seemed more awake and was able to answer her.
"I feel like I got run over by a truck or something. It hurts like hell everytime I move and my whole left side feels like it's on fire. And I'm really tired. What the hell happened to me?"
"Well you've managed to get a nasty infection in your wounds and right now you're burning up with fever. I'll bring you some more water cause it seems like you're sweating out a whole swimmingpool, but then I'm gonna call Dig whether you like it or not because I have no idea what to do with you", she said.
She brought him the water and he once again drank it all, and after that his eyes seemed to be closing on their own accord again.
"Felicity... I'm just so tired", he said his words slurred from exhaustion and then he was asleep once more.
Felicity watched him for a while to make sure he was actually sleeping peacefully, breathing regularly and not in some kind of nightmare state. Then she dug up her phone and called Dig.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Dig! Hi, it's Felicity. I'm calling about Oliver 'cause I really need help. He showed up at my place last night and now he's having a fever and I'm pretty sure his wounds are infected and he's really sick. Please help me!" she rambled quickly.
"Ok, I'm on my way", he answered and hang up. He really didn't have any idea of what she had been trying to tell him with her rambles, but she sounded really panicked and he knew Oliver had still been healing from his wounds no matter what he had been trying to convince them. It was better to just get there quickly and try to assess the situation for himself.
