So after a very long hiatus from writing, I'm jumping back in and trying to update the multi-chapter fics I left unfinished. Starting with this one.
I doubt I will write from Roy's POV after today, as it's just not coming naturally at all. But I wanted to cover all the bases, so bear with me on this one. Next, we have Oliver!
So yeah, bear with me while I get back in the groove!
Three steps. Stop. Turn. Four steps. Stop.
With each step, his fists clenched a little tighter, his breath ragged and uncontrolled as he paced. If he stopped to think about it, he wasn't sure who he was really angry at.
Slade for taking her in the first place.
Oliver for getting her into this whole thing.
Sara for leaving her behind.
Her for making him care.
Roy's eyes shot to her pale, bruised face, and then to her guardians, one on each side. It was strange to see her still, quiet. She was crazy, never stopped talking.
It didn't make any sense why the sight of her like this made him sick to his stomach.
They hadn't really talked that much, but she had always been kind to him. Welcoming. She definitely didn't treat him like the street rat he was. She brought a lightness to the group and a dose of humanity that they all needed.
Glancing at her again, he noticed the blanket covering her had shifted, leaving her toes uncovered. Without realizing it, he was at her side, situating the blanket to make sure she was warm, but not without catching a glimpse of bright color on her toes.
His quiet snort drew the attention of the others in the otherwise silent foundry.
"Who paints little yellow birds on her toenails?
The words hung in the air for a moment, weighing heavy, before a sigh cut through the silence, accompanied by a slight smile on Sara's face. Dig just shook his head, a slight smile playing on his own lips, as Oliver dropped his head.
It amazed him that a quirky, genius could bring all their worlds to a stop the way she had. He hadn't been around the team for a long time, but he had the feeling that she had no idea just what she meant to the people - the team - waiting anxiously for her to wake up.
Glancing at her again, he decided that when they woke up, he was going to be her friend.
Because she was clearly something special.