Thank you guys for all the great comments and feedback. I hope you guys continue to enjoy the story wherever it goes. so heres chapter 2 :) ps i still dont own the characters.
Oliver swiftly pulls out an arrow from his quiver.
"I'm going to ask you one more time. Where. is. he?!"
"I told you already, you son of a bitch! I know nothing!"
"Sorry, wrong answer" Oliver brings the arrow up to the base of his collar bone and slowly drags the piercing sharp arrow head down the man's chest.
"AUGHHH!" He pulls his arm back for the final jab to the heart when suddenly a hand catches his wrist.
"What the hell are you doing?!" John screams, looking at him like he lost his damn mind.
"I told you I had this handled"
"I don't need your help John" Oliver whispered, even though the guy was knocked out.
"You shouldn't even be out in the field, especially after what happened." Anybody else would've missed the glimpse of guilt that washed over Oliver's face. But luckily, John wasn't anybody else.
John sighed, "Go home, man. I don't even need to ask how you've been sleeping the past two day."
"I can't.", Oliver's voice slightly cracked.
"Then go to the hospital. Do ANYTHING but this right now. I don't want you to be out in the field when your head is obviously somewhere else."
"I can't just do nothing John! I couldn't stop Damien. I couldn't stop the bleeding. I couldn't-" he pauses, remembering that night like he could ever forget. "I-I couldn't protect her."
John runs hands over his face, "You did all you could, Oliver. That's what's important right now." He puts a supportive hand on his shoulder, "She's going to wake up man, have hope."
Oliver gives him the best smile he can give, given his current state.
"Let's go home.", John returning the smile. "...is he dead?"
"No, just out cold", Oliver says with a smirk before walking off.
Oliver never noticed how unnecessarily big their apartment was. It would usually be filled humor, light, and warmth. Now, the only thing the apartment has remotely close to a source of light is the fireplace. The same fireplace he's been staring at for god knows how long.
I love you and that makes me want to be the best teammate ever.
A soft knock on the door grabs Oliver's attention away from the fireplace.
"Hey Ollie" "Hey Speedy", Oliver answers with a forgery smile.
Thea takes a glance at his hagridden face, "God! It looks like you haven't slept in days. I'm guessing 'how are you holding up?' is out of the question"
"Well that's what happens when you see your fiancée get shot and bleeding in your arms", Oliver snaps back, instantly regretting it. "I'm sorry, Speedy. I didn't mean- my head is just all over the place"
Thea crouched down, sitting by him in front of the fireplace. "Clearly but I wasn't expecting anything less. What are you doing here anyways? I thought you'd never leave her bedside." She caught the guilt wash over his face, the same guilt John witnessed not too long ago.
Oliver quickly put on his invisible mask but answered truthfully. "I tried..but every time I saw her just laying there...motionless...I-", Oliver's voice broke in the slightest, "It was like I couldn't breathe. Nothing is changing and nothing I'm doing is making a change. I feel so helpless... what if she doesn't wake up, Thea?"
" Ollie, she's gonna-" Oliver abruptly stands up and starts pacing around the living room. He can't take it anymore. He shouts "if I hear 'she's gonna fine' one more time, I'm going to lose it. Everyone keeps ignoring it but I need to face the fact that there's a chance of her not coming back!"
Thea gets up and stands right in front of him to stop his pacing. "We are not ignoring anything, Ollie! You think we don't know that there's a good chance of her dying?! She's not only yours to lose!", Thea tearfully screamed. She takes a deep breath before she continues. " Yes..there is a chance she will die, we know that. There is a chance that ANY one of us can die because that's just the life we lead. When we go out in the field, our lives are at stake every night. So yes, she can die but there is a chance that she WON'T and those chance can be bigger than you think. So why don't you face that fact? Why are you making it so difficult to believe that?"
Oliver scoffed incredulously, "Like how everyone else in my life survived? Mom, Dad, Tommy, Shado? Where are they now?"
"Ollie, I'm still here, so is John, Laurel and even Sara. We are all still with you and so is she. Felicity is definitely not like everybody else, she will come back. And besides, who else would be able to take your head out of your ass?", Thea jokes.
Oliver smiles, appreciating the fact he still has one of his girls. Oliver pulls Thea into a tight embrace. "I love you, you know that?"
"Duh! Now please go visit your girlfriend-oh I mean fiancée", Thea winks. Oliver grabs his leather jacket, heading straight for the door. Thea calls out, "I love you too BTW". He responded with slight grin and gives her a kiss on cheek on his way out.
The last time he walked down these cold hospital halls was when Thea got stabbed. Now, he's walking the same halls for his maybe-dead fiancée. He has lost one too many people in his life and he's not planning on adding another one to that list.
Fiancée...I love the sound of that. Who would've ever guessed Felicity Smoak would be my fiancée? Oliver smiled a little at his own internal conversation.
Oliver finally makes it in front of her room. Just when he was about to turn the knob, the door flew open, it was Donna. "Oliver! Where have you been? I was starting to worry!", she embraced him in a hug. "I'm sorry I've been...MIA...coming here is harder than I thought it would be", Oliver says shamefully.
"I understand honey. It must be hard seeing your future bride comatose for who knows how long" Oliver noticed her mother's underlying fear behind her comment. But he decided to let it go.
"How is she?" He didnt realize how easily a three word question can turn his whole world upside down. He felt nauseous for just asking that question.
"She's fine. She's still stable. I searched up online that comatose patients are still able to hear so I have been talking to her non-stop. It was the first conversation I had with her that didn't end up with her shushing me", Donna smiled. Oliver smiled at the thought of Felicity being beyond irritated in her head.
"Can I go see her?"
"Honey, you don't need to ask. Go and talk to her"
Oliver walked in room hearing the beeping of the monitors in the background. At least she's alive. He pulled up a chair to sit beside her bed. For awhile he just gazed at her, not wanting to ruin the moment with words. He slowly lifts his arms to grab a hold of her tiny hands. The same delicate hands that can destroy anybody under a minute. He smiled slightly at the thought.
"Hi", Oliver says weakly, already affected by the wave of emotions that he tried so hard to keep contained. It all broke in an instant the second he touched her hands.
"According to your mom and google, you can apparently hear me", Oliver tearfully chuckled. "So if that's true, I really need you to hear me this one time". Oliver waited a beat as if he was expecting a response. Waiting for a sound, a voice, a movement but nothing came.
He continues, "Do you remember what you told me the night Ra's was trying to kill the city? You told me 'don't fight to die. Fight to live'. Well I need to hold you to that right now because I need you to come back-" His lips started to tremble, the emotions overwhelming him.
"I need you to come back to me. Please, I-I can't do this without you. Its suppose to be you and me. We are suppose to end up together." Oliver sobbing into her hand until he was hit with the realization;
Hope. As long as she's alive and breathing, he had hope. Seeing her reminded him of that.
"We will end up together okay? You will be wife and I will be you husband. It's going to be you and me forever, I'll promise you that." He gets up to kiss the top of her forehead.
"Now come back to me...please."