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A few painful hours later, the light of the city they had been heading for came into view. Oliver was at the wheel again. They had switched driver a few times in between, making the ride as comfortable as possible for the both of them.
He had been driving left-footed for the past 40 minutes, thankful that the car was an automatic. He would not have been able to drive a manual. Not at all…
The lights of Vancouver beamed at them, a few minutes later they saw the hospital.
"Park at the emergency entrance? Or do you think you can hop to the entrance from the parking lot?"
"I'm gonna park at the lot, either I'll get inside by hopping along, or you go grab a chair for me when I fail at it…"
Roy nodded. "Okay."
.ARW.
Oliver pulled to a stop at the parking spot closest to the E.R. entrance. Roy got out, and rounded the car as Oliver opened his door and started working his legs out.
He winced as he slid out of his seat, and both of his feet hit the ground. The urge to puke overwhelmed him, but he kept it down. He drew a few shaky breaths… Calming himself as best as he could.
Only a few more yards, and he could relax, he could call Felicity and tell her why they hadn't called the last few days. One thing was for sure; Felicity would be mad as heck!
.ARW.
He leaned on Roy and they made their way towards the entrance.
The blood loss had taken its toll on him. Without blood transfusion, he hadn't really recovered from what he'd lost. After all his years on the island, and later on as the arrow, the hood, the green arrow, whatever the people of starling, star city had liked to call him… He had become quite good at first aid.
Because he had had to become great at it…
… or he wouldn't have survived…
The last thirty yards to the entrance door was harder than anything he could remember. Harder than running through the forest on Lian Yu. Harder than learning to use a bow and arrow… Harder than anything!
But he made it.
He let himself collapse in one of the wheelchairs just inside the front door of the E.R.. Pain exploded from his leg once again, and he struggled to keep from crying out loud. Biting his lower lip, he helped his right leg up on the footrest. Then he placed his left foot on the other and wheeled off towards the reception.
.ARW.
Once they reached the reception, they rang the electronical bell and waited for a nurse to come and open up the sliding glass thing…
"How may I help you?" a young woman, barely out of nursing-school asked as she pulled the blinds away and slid open the glass window.
"Roy here had a big concussion a few days ago…" Oliver answered.
"Well, HE got SHOT a few days ago!" Roy almost yelled back. "TWICE!"
The woman made a silent gesture as she tried to figure out the if the men in front of her was sincere or not. Then her eyes fell on the bloody rag tied around Oliver's thigh, and the dried blood in Roy's hair. And then the SECOND bloody rag of some sort tied around Oliver's leg, a few inches below his knee…
She immediately pushed a number on the desk phone. "Dr. Olson. I need you down here in the E.R. STAT!"
She hung up and pushed another number, repeating the same exact line to one Dr. Mauser.
"The doctors will be here soon. What happened?"
"Long, embarrassing story… Rather not tell it before someone in a blue or black suit ask us to…" Oliver smiled… "Forgot our gun-safety precautions…"
"Funny, had two guys in here a week ago, they both said something similar…"
"Really?"
"Yeah, couple of tall brothers… They weren't in your hunting party or something?"
"One about this tall," Roy lifted his right hand a few inches over his own head, before continuing, "and one even freakishly taller?"
The woman nodded.
"Sam and Dean?"
"Yeah! You know them?"
Oliver smiled, "Yeah, we work together from time to time!"
"Can you tell me what you guys do for a living, because you are the four, and only four I've ever seen wandering in here this bloody and this hurt… And with smiles and witty comments…"
Oliver felt his face turn stiff. In almost a military manner, he shook his head.
"I'm not allowed to reveal that miss."
"I'm… I'm sorry I asked…" she said with an apologetic smile as the two doctors barged through the door connecting the E.R. with the rest of the hospital.
Sorry, I couldn't help myself! Had to make it the slightest of slight crossovers. I'm sorry…
No, really… I'm not sorry…
But I don't think I'll make more out of it than that reference either… (Or should I make Oliver call Dean or Sam?)
Hope you liked it anyway…