Felicity may have left her camp early, but when she became conscious the sun was working its way through the trees. It was a massive change from the start of her run.
She knew she couldn't lay on the ground forever- especially when she couldn't be completely sure of the extent of her injuries. Of course it was just as dangerous to get up and try to make her way back.
Planting her arms and put a little pressure on them. There was a wave of pain that ran through he left arm. When she did the same with her feet it worked at least a little better than her arms had.
After nearly ten minutes, she was finally standing up, when she heard something running through the trees. Almost instinctively she dropped to the ground, and instantaneously realized the error of her ways. A severe pain swept through her abdomen. She had expected bruises, but now thought that she might have broken a couple ribs.
When the person (as it had to be) crashed through the nearby trees, Felicity had to stop herself from fist pumping to her success at not screaming when she hit the ground.
When the person finally arrived in Felicity's area, all she could see was his shoes. They were nice- even fancier than the shoes Oliver had worn when he was the CEO at Queen Consolidated. Felicity couldn't control her curiosity; She needed to see what kind of person ran around Lian Yu in shows that could pay for a new computer.
It was easier to get up this time, quickly finding herself face to face with not just one man, but two. The one with fancy shoes was staring at her with intimidating brown eyes. Every so often he'd pull his gaze and stare down the man who'd been following him. He had beautiful piercing blue eyes that reminded her of Oliver. The thought sent a pang of sadness through her; she really missed Oliver and Digg.
"Fancy Shoes" took advantage of the others distraction. As he ran, Felicity felt her legs weaken. They may not be broken, but that didn't mean they were fine. She let herself fall, figuring the danger had moved on. In her assumption of being alone again she didn't hear him approach, jumping when a hand was gently laid on her back.
"Are you alright?" He actually looked concerned.
"Shouldn't you be chasing down Mr. Fancy Shoes?" He smiled.
"'Fancy Shoes'?" He questioned, causing Felicity to turn red and duck her head down so she couldn't meet his eyes. "I can do it later; I'll find him again. You look like you really could use some help. Can I ask your name?" Felicity looked up at him warily. She needed help, but could she trust him?
He held out his hand to her. She bit her lip and kept their eye contact. Finally she reached out and took his hand. She realized that she didn't really have a choice here. He was the first person she had seen on the Island and she would really appreciate the help right now. She grabbed his hand and let him pull her up.
"I'm Felicity Smoak." He smiled at her; obviously glad she chose to trust him.
"My name is Dick Grayson. Why are you here?" She almost answered his question, but all her injuries were becoming completely obvious.
"Instead of talking here could you help me get back to my camp? I kind of fell down that hill behind me and now I hurt. I mean I am pretty sure I have a couple broken ribs, and dislocated my shoulder, and I'm sure there are bruises and cuts and now I'm feeling light headed. I mean I thought my shirt felt wet, but I assumed it was the leaves because I mean I did fall in the middle of a rainstorm, but now you know I'm wondering if it is actually blood." Felicity would have continued, but Dick held up his hand when she went to take a breath.
"None of that sounds good. Where is your camp?" She gave him a basic idea and he slowly helped her back to the plane. "This is where you are living?"
"Uh. Yeah. Long story. I just really need to sit down…like now." Dick could see her starting to sway. He moved and caught her just as she started to fall.
"Okay. You are going to stay sitting down now." He helped her sit down on her little bed set up. "You know, this may seem a little forward… but you need to change and get out of the wet clothes and then we are going to have to check those injuries.
"My back hurts. Can you check that?" He nodded and had her lean forward so he could help her get the shirt over the hurt shoulder. It took a few minutes, but they got her shirt off. Behind her she could hear Dick inhale through gritted teeth; the action never being a good sign- no matter who it came from. "What? What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry. There is just some really nasty looking cuts on your back, and some serious bruising on your side so I bet you are right about those broken ribs. As soon as we get you fixed up a little bit I'll take you to my partner. He'll be able to help you a bit more than I can right now." Felicity just sort of nodded; she didn't even bother trying to pick up her head. The pain from all of her injuries was really starting to settle in.
She didn't move or change positions at all, while Dick dug around her supplies finding what he thought he'd need. He set them down beside her.
"Hey, Felicity. Could you tell me what you think is wrong again?"
"Yeah uhhh, Cuts, bruises, dislocated shoulder, broken wrist or maybe hand, and a couple of broken ribs."
"I'm pretty sure you're right about just about everything." He bent down next to her so he could look her in the eye. "I'm impressed." She gave him half a smile.
"I've picked up a few things in the last couple years. Can I get some drugs?" He couldn't help his smile; she was adorable.
After he brought her some ibuprofen he took the time to clean up her back and stitched up several of the cuts. When he went to go for her shoulder, he tried to sneak but she caught the motion. She tried to keep an eye on him, but as soon as his hand touched her arm she almost leaped up.
"Oh no. I know it needs to be done but people are always assholes about it and say they'll do it on the count of three and they end up doing it on two or even one…" Her little ramble was interrupted by the loud 'pop' from her shoulder being relocated. "Ow that hurt. You suck… you couldn't even give me some warning of some sort or anything?"
"Sorry. At least now it's over." He tried to say this without laughing, but he ended up snickering a little. "And now I've done as much as I can. So tomorrow we'll go see my partner."
"Mmmkay. There are some extra blankets and stuff over there." As he settled himself he could see that she was already almost completely asleep. He couldn't help the smile that crossed his face; she really was one of the cutest people he'd met in a while.
It was early the next morning when Dick woke up and saw the sat phone sitting out. Felicity was still asleep, but he knew how they worked, so he went outside the plane to set it up for the call to his partner.
"Hey. So I need you to come out here and get me. I found a girl and I helped her out some, but she still needs more help than I can do here. Can you be here in a couple hours?" From inside the fuselage, Felicity could hear him on the phone, but she couldn't tell who he was talking to; he hadn't given any identifying information away.
When he came back in he helped her pack up, as she was practically useless when it came to picking things up. They had pulled her things to the beach when a boat slowly approached the island. She was waiting carefully, keeping her distance, while a man came off the boat. He had bright blue eyes (what was it about her and blue eyed men?) and almost looked familiar. She continued to stay back while Dick approached the man who must have been his partner. They talked quietly for a minute before both approached her.
"This is Felicity. She was the person I was talking about." The other man stepped forward and held out his hand.
"Hello Felicity. I'm Bruce Wayne."
Side note: Thank you for reading and also a serious thank you to my beta awesomeperson12
