BETAE'D BY MOMO015!
Hi guys!
How did you like the episode 2 of How to get away with Murder? It's full of angst, right? Don't know if I should laugh or cry or be grateful that their romance in the series is not boring.
I just can't phantom why Oliver would do that to Connor. But it was so funny when all of their friends accused him of cheating Oliver, when they found out that they broke up.
I hope you would like this new chapter.
WARNING! READ WITH CAUTION!
"Every love story needs a catalyst of some sort."
Oliver and Asher just sat there for another second before they hurriedly exited the car and sprinted over the back; hearts pounding in their rib cage.
"Please be a cat, please be cat," Asher chanted like a mantra, but his wish was not granted as there was an unconscious man lying under his car.
"Asher, it's the Greek god," Oliver gasped when he recognized that the wounded man was the stranger who caught him from his fall earlier.
"The Greek who?" Asher asked, seemingly not recognizing the man from before. "Is that… Is that blood?" Asher pointed at the blood dripping from the stranger's mouth.
And then fear began to seep inside them.
"Please tell me, I'm drunk and just hallucinating," Oliver pleaded; his eyes won't leave the Greek god's face.
"What do I do?" Asher asked as he ran to Oliver for answers. "Shit!" Asher shrieked from where he was standing, eyes not leaving the stranger. "Did I… did I kill him?" He asked panicking.
"hnggg…" Oliver replied instead, massaging the temple of his forehead.
"Oliver," Asher started in terror. "What should we do?"
"I don't know," Oliver answered him truthfully. "I'm not sober enough for this."
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Shut up!" Oliver shouted at the top of his lungs. "Just shut up. I need to think straight," he said in a much stricter voice.
"Well I DO!" Asher yelled at him, and shook his best friend's shoulder. He then ran back to the driver's seat, and grabbed the bottled water from his dashboard.
"Just… Just give me a second." Oliver cradled his head.
"Oliver stop being drunk!" Asher pleaded, and splashed his friend with the water.
"What the fuck!?" Oliver shrieked when the water hit his face.
"Are you sober enough?!"
Oliver ignored his friend, wiped his face with his own shirt, and breathed deeply. Trying to regain the hard reality of what they did.
They're drunk. They hit a man. They'll go to jail.
"Fuck," Oliver mumbled to himself.
"Let's just leave him!" Asher, who was already envisioning himself in prison, suggested. "I'm not going to jail again, Oliver!"
"Just shut up!" Oliver said again, halting his best friend from doing anything stupid, his sober mind finally recognized the seriousness of what had happened. "You're not helping at all!"
"Well, I don't know what to do!"
"I'm going to see if he's still alive, okay?" Oliver answered him without glancing back at his friend, and knelt beside the stranger. "So calm down."
"Wait! Oliver!" Asher hastily reached for Oliver's hand before he can feel the lifeless body in front of them. "Are you sure about that?" Asher asked him, "we can just….I don't know... uhmm…" he couldn't say the words out loud, but he kept glancing back at the car, creating a vague sign at Oliver to just leave the man behind.
"Leave him?" Oliver said it out loud for him. "I honestly not sure with what I'm about to do here," he removed his hand from Asher's grip, "but I know that this is what your father would do," he continued, knowing full well how much Asher idolized his father who died in action by protecting an Iraqi boy that was caught in the middle of a gunfire.
Oliver then carefully approached the body, and breathed a sigh of relief when there was no puddle of blood surrounding it. He slowly stretched his hand under the man's jaw.
"What are you going to do to him?" Asher, who followed his friend's action by kneeling beside him.
"Fuck Asher! Stop doing that," Oliver shrieked, and slapped Asher's thigh. "I'm just checking his pulse."
Oliver carefully stretched his hand again. "But what if he is dead?" Asher whispered this time, but it made Oliver tenser.
"Asher!" Oliver shouted over his friend, and tried to calm his racing heart. "Just go inside the car. Your emotions are all over the place, "His order was firm, but Asher, curious as to what will happen, still stayed behind him.
Oliver continued checking the pulse again, and relief overshadowed him when the heart beat was normal.
"You know, I saw this once on TV, they're part of a syndicate," Asher mumbled dumbly, as he watched his best friend check the stranger for any blood or broken bones, "they just pretend that they are dead, but they are really alive and then the other members will jump out of the bushes and rob us."
"Can you please stop doing that!?" Oliver begged, "You're scaring the shit out of me."
"Sorry," Asher mumbled.
"And besides, his injury looks really bad. It's real."
"Just saying."
Oliver rolled his eyes before announcing, "He's alive; badly injured, yes. But not dead."
"Oh thank g-!" Asher breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up from his position. "I'm not a dead man."
"We have to call someone," Oliver said. "His parents or girlfriend, maybe?" He then patted the stranger's pockets for his phone or any id that would identify the unconscious man.
"No, wait!" Asher protested, but he had just been ignored by his friend.
"There's no phone or ID on him," Oliver concluded when he cautiously checked the stranger's pocket. "Who the hell is he?"
"I don't know," Asher answered the rhetorical question. "Oliver."
"There's no point in here," Oliver finally decided, choosing to ignore his friend. "Get him inside."
"Inside the trunk?" Asher asked dumbly.
"No! What?!" Oliver was already on the verge of irritation and panic. "We're not murderers! We have to get him to the hospital," he ordered while he carefully lifted the man's head.
"We can't," Asher answered almost immediately.
"What!?" Oliver stopped his action, and looked up at Asher.
"We can't go to the hospital," Asher started to pace the lot. "We can't report about this."
"Why not?" Oliver asked, and stood up to still Asher from his panic. "Asher come on, just help me with him."
"Can we just leave him here, and let the others find him and take him to the hospital?" Asher suggested.
"No, his condition might worsen if we waited too long," Oliver answered him. "Ash, let's help him. It's our fault."
"But I don't want to go to jail!"
"Ash…"
"I'm not Oliver! I'm not!"
"You're not—"
"Yes I am. This is DUI!" Asher yelled. "I have high alcohol tolerance, you know that, but they…" he looked at the unconscious man in front of him, he released a deep breathe, "They're going to ask what happened, and they'll know. They'll know that we've been drinking; that I'M DRUNK!"
"Asher…"
"Dead or not, they won't believe me when I say that I can still properly drive. I'm going to jail, Oliver." Asher sobbed uncontrollably. "It's scary there…" He whimpered.
"I know." Oliver gripped Asher's face with both of his hands. "Look at me, Ash."
When Asher did not obey, Oliver tightened the grip on his friend's face, forcing Asher to look at Oliver's eyes. "Look at me, and believe me when I say that you're not going to jail, okay? Not again. Not this time." The look of determination in Oliver's eyes, made Asher believe him for now.
Asher nodded, tears falling from his eyes.
"Not again," Oliver said with finality.
"I believe you," Asher answered, trusting his friend to solve the mess they were in. "I don't want to go there, Oliver."
"Let's worry about that later, okay?" Oliver concluded. "But for now, we needed to save this man's life."
5 hours ago
"Uh…gri...kyu." the stranger muttered, eyes blown wide.
"Excuse me?" Connor asked him.
"Ahh... Uhmmm..." the stranger continued to stutter, his hands were fidgeting on the sides, and his face had started to redden. "Yeah… Uhmmm.. Okay."
Connor scrunched his nose, trying to figure out what the other guy was trying to say. "Are you alright?"
"Oliver!" Another stranger shouted from the other side of the room, and strutted forward them. "It's time to release the Kraken!" the other man suddenly exclaimed, his tongue out as he humped the air.
"I'll just go," Connor excused himself from the odd pair and left the bar. He pulled out his phone to text Laurel about the lead he got from one of the locals when he was approached by a stranger.
"Hey! You looking to party?" the man, whose black hoodie and cap almost covered his face, asked as he crowd Connor at the side.
"No," Connor said immediately, and pocketed his phone. He started to walk, but the man blocked his pathway.
"This is Utopium," the man showed a 2-inch bottle with a clear liquid inside it. "It'll fry your brain, dip it in batter, and fry it again."
"Having my brain treated like a corndog." In the back of Connor's mind, he knew that he should have not responded like that. He should have been more polite. This is an unfamiliar territory; he doesn't know what kind of people lives here. "Not so tempting," he said lastly before side-stepping and briskly walked to the deserted parking lot.
Connor had already pulled out his keys, when the sketchy man from before caught up with him and shouted, "Come on man, $30 on your first try."
"Sorry man, I don't do drugs." Connor yelled without glancing back at the man, and unlocked the door of the rented car.
*Bam!*
And suddenly, his head was slammed against the roof of the car.
*Bam!*
And again,
*Bam!*
And then again.
"Ughh!" Connor grumbled as he unwillingly knelt to the ground. "Fuck."
The stranger then started kicking Connor's body.
Connor, who was too sore to get up and fight, just covered his head and body with his arms and legs. He knew that he wouldn't win this fight, as he was never good at sparring, and that the man beating him up was obviously strong and well-muscled.
"Stop! Stop!" Connor pleaded from the ground, "I'll give you anything you want!"
"You stuck up rich kids!" The man shouted in rage. "You think you're above everyone else, huh?"
"Stop!" Connor shouted. He should have shut his fucking mouth.
"Give me your wallet!" the stranger commanded, but continuously beat Connor up, "And your phone!"
"Here's my wallet!" Connor then tossed the wallet and iphone after he took it from the back pockets of his pants. "And my phone," he said, trembling.
"And your watch and ring!" the robber said when he saw Connor's shining jewelleries.
"I'll give you my watch," Connor started as he slowly unbuckled the silver Mont Blanc watch from his wrist, "but not the ring." The ring was very important to Connor. It was not because it's from his professor, but it was what his professor told him when he got it.
Flashback,
It was the time when they were working on a hard case and Connor suddenly shouted that he wanted to quit and left the office. Later that afternoon though; his professor asked him to see her in her study.
"I didn't mean any of that." Connor said when he entered his professor's office.
"Yes, you did." Annalise replied. "Say everything you want to say right to my face. I'm a bad person, heartless, a socio path. Is that about right?"
"You said that you'll help us," Connor said as he sat on the chair opposite Annalise's. "You only talked to us in code. You made us go to your class even though nothing makes sense anymore. I want to trust you that we'll become successful lawyers like you, but— ,"
"Do you know why I gave you the trophy the first day?" Annalise cut him off, hands folded under her chin. "Not because you screwed your way over; although, that's something I would have done back in my days, but because I saw you…someone like me. Someone so scared, that the only way they know how to handle things is by worrying through them."
Connor just stared at her dumbly.
"That's what we are; worriers." Annalise continued when there was no comment from her student. "That's what makes us successful, but it also makes us very tired."
"I… I know."
"Here's the thing Mr. Walsh." She then took a ring box from her drawer, and slid it towards Connor. "I'm not making you to be like me. I want you to be better than me."
"What's this?" Connor asked when he saw a Golden ring with a Chinese character encrypted on top of it.
"You." She answered vaguely.
End of Flashback
Simply to say, Connor had not yet removed the jewelry from his middle finger since the day that Prof. Keating gave it to him.
"Not the ring, please," Connor pleaded once again.
"NO! Give me all of them!" The robber refused. He should have been satisfied with the items he already had. He knew how expensive these were, and he could even sell them at a higher price in shady street. However, seeing as the man refused to give him the ring, he thought that the value of it was much higher than the things he had now.
When Connor did nothing, the robber dropped the stolen items on the ground and tackled Connor so he could grab a hold of his right hand.
"NO!" Connor struggled, and with such determination, managed to kick off the man on top of him.
The stranger then stretched his arm to feel any tangible object to use as a weapon. He found a rock as big as his hand, grabbed it firmly and slammed it to the back of Connor's head, making Connor to instantly lose his conscious.
The robber was shocked by his own drunken action, but it didn't deter him from getting the things he wanted. He struggled to remove the ring from the unconscious man's middle finger since it was a little bit tight, but with another stronger tug, he managed to take it away.
He rolled the unconscious man to the edge of the lot until he was covered by the bushes, and then run back to grab the other stolen items from the ground. He got inside Connor's car, and started driving away; leaving the unconscious man behind.
Present Time
"Help!" Oliver shouted as he got out from the car, and opened the back passenger's seat. "Someone help us please!"
At once, three medics who were wheeling a hospital bed run to him.
"What happened?" a brusque man asked, but it didn't stop him from putting the foldable bed under the unconscious man.
"I don't know," Oliver lied.
"We need Dr. Meggy in ER!" another man, who was inspecting the body on the other side of the car, said to the intercom pinned to his shoulder. "Possible concussion. Heavy bruising."
"Will he be okay?" Asher asked sincerely after the medics had successfully transported the man from their car to the hospital bed.
"Please sir, let me do my job," one of the medics replied like he had done it numerous times before. It wasn't even the question that was asked.
Asher and Oliver remained standing at the Emergency room's entrance, overwhelmed as they watch the man that they hit be rolled inside the hospital.
"We can't go yet."
"I need to see him alive," the pair said simultaneously.
Asher and Oliver had the option to just drop the man in the ER, and leave, but their conscience is not letting them leave. They needed to be assured that the Greek god was alive.
Oliver smiled, a little bit forced but a smile nevertheless. His best friend was back. He knew that the Asher who was suggesting that the man should be left behind was not the friend that he grew up with. He knew Asher was just scared and shocked by the event, that's why he suggested doing those things.
"Okay," Oliver nodded. "Let's wait inside."
Oliver helped Asher be seated at the waiting area. "Let's rest first," he instructed and let Asher bowed his head and hugged his knees.
A nurse, dressed in blue scrubs, walked to them with a clipboard in hand. "Excuse me, sir? I need you to fill up this form." The nurse asked politely as she hand Oliver the clipboard.
Oliver took it, and was overwhelmed by the needed information since he doesn't know a thing about the man they just brought in.
Name.
Address.
Birthdate.
Status.
Nationality.
Allergies.
"Uh… I…" Oliver started, standing up, so he could talk to the nurse properly. "Is it really necessary to fill this up?"
"Are you not related to him?" The nurse asked sincerely, no judgment on her eyes; just plain curiosity.
Oliver gave an awkward laugh. "The thing is…" 'We were drunk, and we hit him. So if you could possibly not report that to your boss, and send us to jail. Then yes, I'll admit that I don't know him.'
"Asher?" Thankfully Oliver was saved from his confession when Asher's friend, who was wearing the same scrubs as the nurse in front of her, ran up to them.
"Michaela?" Asher asked as he lifted his head, and saw his girlfriend running to him. Asher then run up to her, and hugged her tightly.
"Ash…" Michaela was surprised by her boyfriend's sudden affection, but she still hugged him as possible as she could since her arms were trapped by Asher's body. "Baby, tell me what happened?"
Asher only shook his head, hugged her tighter, and sobbed on her shoulder.
"Hi…" Oliver interrupted the couple. "I'm really sorry to bother, and it's kind of a wrong timing to introduce myself in this situation, but I'm Oliver; Asher's best friend."
"Oh… Oliver," Michaela recognized the man from Asher's phone gallery. "Uhmmm… I would have shaken your hand right now, but…" she then directed her eyes at her boyfriend who was still clinging to her.
"It's okay," Oliver replied, standing there awkwardly between the couple and the nurse who had asked him to fill the form earlier. "So… uhmmm…"
"What happened?" Michaela asked Oliver, realizing that Asher can't answer her questions at the moment. "What did the doctor say to him? Will he be okay?"
"Uhmmm…. About him?" Oliver pointed at the operation's room door with his thumb. "We don't know yet. They literally just wheeled him inside."
Seemingly confused by Oliver's answer, Michaela asked again, "No, I mean with…"
"Mikki," Asher mumbled. "I'm tired."
"Shhh…." Michaela smiled at him. She said to Asher that she hated that name, but Asher knew that she secretly likes it. "It's okay, baby." She rubbed Asher's back for comfort.
"Oliver, uhmmm…" Michaela started. "Is it okay if I take Asher for a while? I have a spare bed in my office. I'll just let him rest a bit."
"Oh, sure, sure." Oliver nodded enthusiastically. "Go ahead. He needed a bit of rest."
"I would have offered you, but I'm only a senior nurse here. My office is really not that big," Michaela explained politely.
"Oh no," Oliver assured him. "I'll be fine, and besides I needed to be here. So please, take care of Asher."
Michaela nodded before turning towards the nurse who was silent throughout the conversation. "Nurse Becca, I'll take their case. No need to bother them. I'll handle it from here."
"Yes ma'am," The nurse answered and left at once.
"Thank you," Oliver said, not because Michaela took their case, but because she inadvertently helped him not explain the accident to the nurse before.
"You're welcome," Michaela replied, and dragged Asher to her office. "Let's go to my office, baby."
Oliver stayed behind, and waited for the operation to finish. It took 2 hours for the emergency doors to open again, and Oliver breathed a sigh of relief when the unconscious man was ushered outside with a heart rate monitor.
*thump thump*
"thump thump*
'He's alive!' Oliver's mind celebrated. He would have followed the Greek god to the other room, but the doctor who led the operation halted him.
"Excuse me?" The doctor started, "Are you with him?"
"I supposed," Oliver slipped, but when the doctor looked at him intently, he properly asked him. "Yes, I'm with him. Is something wrong with him?"
"I'm Dr. Meggy," the doctor introduced herself. She offered her gloveless hand for Oliver to shake.
"Oliver Hampton," the man with the coke-bottled glasses supplied as he shook the doctor's hand.
"Nothing is wrong, hopefully," the doctor said, which is really not reassuring for Oliver. "He's stable. He only has a mild injury at his finger and elbow, but his head suffered the most. He has bruising on his forehead, and strain at the back of his head," she explained in a manner that he would understand. "But he'll live. We just needed to follow up with a few more tests."
"Oh, thank you, doctor!"
"But Mr. Hampton," the doctor said, and Oliver doesn't like that kind of tone she sinuated, "the next 24 hours will be crucial. If he doesn't wake up within this time period, he might… go into a coma."
"A coma?!" Oliver asked in surprised.
"Yes, so he needs to wake up or he might not be able to wake up for a very very long time."
"I… Uh…"
"yes?"
"How long will that take? The coma, I mean."
"I really can't know for sure. They are lucky patients who were only in a coma for two days, but some takes months or years. But there are some who never wakes up."
"Wow. I.. ahhh.." Oliver can't even form a proper response.
"I'm sorry, but how are you related with the patient?" The doctor asked, but even before Oliver can answer, the doctor's page ping. "I apologize but I have to go. There's another accident."
Oliver knew that he should not be grateful that there was another accident, but he can't stop feeling relieved that he was once again saved from confessing their crimes. He then went to the information desk and asked the nurse what room they put the patient from earlier.
Oliver went inside Room 303, closed the door, and sat on the stool which is beside the unconscious man's bed. Even with his head bandage, and there were bruises on his face and body, he was still beautiful in Oliver's eyes.
"Hi, sleeping beauty," Oliver smiled. He carefully took the man's hand that wasn't injected by the the IV needle. "Do you remember me?"
No answer, not even a movement; just the predicted breathing of the sleeping man on the bed.
"I was from the bar earlier. I was with my friend, Asher. I guess... I just want to say sorry about this. We really didn't mean to hurt you." He breathed for a second before continuing.
"I don't even know if what they say in the movies is true, that you can still hear me even if you're unconscious. But I really want you to wake up. Call me selfish, but I just can't have another man's blood on my hands," Oliver confessed. He closed his eyes, gripped the hand tighter, and held it to his face. "Please, wake up, please." He repeated over and over again.
Oliver just stared at the sleeping beauty for a really long time
"I just wished we could have met differently. Maybe I'll be the dorky IT guy who obviously fell in love with you, and then you'll be the strict boss who hates everyone, but then you'll see my innocent heart, and also falls in love with me. We'll do the American dream, with white picket fence, two children; surrogates of course, and one bull dog. How great will that be?"
Oliver sighed helplessly. It was not really a good time to daydream over the man that they hit or to day dream about a stranger at all. He then let go of the man's hand, and went to the couch to get some sleep.
Oliver doesn't know how long was he sleeping, but he was suddenly awoken by the rapid beeping of the heart monitor. He immediately stood up, and ran out from the room yelling. "Help! Doctor help please!"
When the nurses heard his panicked voice, they immediately went to the room, and kicked Oliver out.
"Sir, please wait outside," the nurse said before closing the door, and Oliver obeyed. Oliver didn't even bother stopping Dr. Meggy from going inside the room. He knew that the sleeping beauty needs all the help he can get, and his hysteric would just distract the team working on the patient.
That's the longest 20 minutes of Oliver's life, and then the nurses came out from the room. The last told him that he can go inside the room.
"He's awake," the nurse smiled as she wiped the sweat on her forehead with her arm. "You can go inside now."
"I can?" Oliver asked curiously, since Dr. Meggy still did not come out from the room. He silently went inside the room, but stayed at the entrance, just observing Dr. Meggy as he asked questions at the now conscious patient.
"Hi," The doctor greeted the patient sweetly, careful as to not startle him. "I'm Meggy. I'm your doctor."
"Hi," Sleeping beauty—not sleeping anymore, apparently— answered. He was sitting on the hospital bed, eyes focused on the doctor, not even noticing that Oliver had come in.
"I will ask you questions, okay?" The doctor said while writing on her clipboard. "Just answer me, as honest as possible."
Greek god nodded mutely.
"Do you know why you are here?"
"Ughhh… No."
"You don't remember how you got those bruises?"
The Greek god looked at his wounded arm and shook his head.
"Think carefully, okay? You really don't remember?" The doctor persuaded.
The Greek god closed his eyes for a second, tried to remember what had happened, but it was all blank. "I… I don't."
"How about him?" the doctor pointed at Oliver who was shell shocked when the doctor pointed at him. "Do you remember that man?"
The Greek god finally noticed the other man who was standing at the door. He looked at Oliver like he could provide him the answer, but still nothing. "Am I supposed to?"
Oliver doesn't know if he should be grateful or not that the Greek god doesn't remember him. He always has an average face, of course he was not to be remembered. Oliver doesn't even know why he was still here. He and Asher could have been on the run the moment he realized that the Greek god is not in prominent danger anymore.
"Okay, thank you." The doctor smiled at him, but continued with her questions. "Let's move to simpler questions. Will that be okay?"
"Yes."
"What was the last time you ate?" The doctor asked.
'What's the point of asking those questions?' Oliver thought to himself.
"I… I don't know." The Greek god answered, and only Oliver was shocked from his answer.
"It's okay that you don't remember," the doctor assured the patient, when she saw that he is starting to panic. "Do you want to stop?"
"No, please. I need to… I need to know something," the patient pleaded, and the doctor fully understood what he was going through.
"Okay, then how about your birthday? Do you know your birthdate?"
The patient shook his head.
"Is he?" Oliver can't help but ask loudly. He then put his hand over his mouth as to not disturb them again.
"One last question, okay?" She asked first, but all three occupants of the room knew what the answer would be even before the doctor asked the question. "Can you tell me what your name is?"
"I…My…" The patient started, closing his eyes, and scrunching his nose to focus. Nothing came to his mind. "I'm sorry… I can't."
"It's okay," the doctor assured her, and pressed the switch on the IV to sedate the patient. She can't let him do a meltdown. It will not be good for his current state of mind. "Sleep now, okay. We'll talk later."
The drug worked fast. Greek god was already asleep before he can react and fully realized what had happened to his memories.
"Let's talk in my office," Dr. Meggy said to Oliver, and Oliver followed her, wanting to know what had happened to his sleeping beauty.
Once inside the office, Dr. Meggy directed him at the x-ray skull inserted on the z-ray viewer. "You see this?" She pointed at the lower right of the sheet. "These are the frontal and temporal lobes. These are parts of the brain stem that control alertness, it is also involved with memory: drugs, alcohol, stress, HEAD TRAUMA," she emphasized the last word, "infection, and strokes can all cause injury to the brain. When any one of these areas of the brain suffers damage, the result could potentially be amnesia."
"Amnesia?" Oliver asked dumbly. "Does that only happen in the movies?"
"You'll be surprised Mr. Hampton how often we got cases like that." The doctor snickered, and sat on her office chair, gesturing for Oliver to do the same.
"Amnesia means that he forgot everything, right?" Oliver asked.
"Not all amnesia is like that." The doctor started to explain. "There are cases that the patient's memories were erased for just a couple of years, some even degrade to their toddler years. Have you watched the Drew Barrymore movie 50 first dates?"
"Yes."
"That's a real illness. It's called Anterograde Amnesia, Drew's character can't form any new memories anymore."
Oliver nodded, trying to understand this new information.
"But in this case, it's post-traumatic Amnesia, which was caused by the head injury. He can't recall any memories. Simply say, his head is like a balloon."
"So he doesn't remember anything? Not from last night or from his whole life?" Oliver astonished of what the doctor had told him.
"Yes, that's why he'll need more support from his partner." The doctor said, "Will you be able to do that, Mr. Hampton?"
"Yes of course," Oliver answered without even thinking. "Wait what!?" he said after a second, when he realized what the doctor had implied.
"You'll need a lot of patient to take care of your partner," The doctor rephrased, he looked at him skeptically. "Aside from the medication he'll get from us. He'll need more emotional support from you."
"I'm sorry, you said what?"
"You're his partner, right? I overheard you talking to him about the American dream family…"
When Oliver just stared at her shell shock, she quickly dismissed her previous statement. "Oh! I'm sorry. I just assumed—"
'Think fast, Oliver. Think fast!'
"No, you're correct," Oliver lied. "I'm his husband."
Chapter Title: Only happens in the Movies – Oliver's question referring to Connor's amnesia.
Story Outline:
- Rushed to the Emergency Room
- Amnesia Connor
- Doubting staff
Scenes Included:
- Connor forgets his identity
- Oliver is his fake husband
Chapter Reference:
- the drug dealer scene was from izombie when main antagonist offers the protagonist the drug, Utopia.
-Room 303 is Oliver;s apartment number.
-Dr. Meggy – Season 3 episode 4, she was the doctor assigned to Laurel.
-flashback from theirng is the tense scene of Annalise and Connor In episode 1x12
-time table is just like what they do in HTGAWM
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