Not even bother to control the tears that keep on trickling down her cheeks keeping her eyes focused on his swollen bandaged face as she listens to the voice of the doctor at the foot of the hospital bed continue to read out his findings feeling her hand being gently squeezed from the side by Thea returning the gesture Laurel keeps her eyes locked on Oliver's swollen beaten face.
A face that looked so beaten. So destroyed. So swollen as though he had been tortured for hours. The same hours she had sat by emotionless in a chair miles away with her thoughts only on him.
Feeling a comforting hand resting on each of her shoulder knowing the owner of the hands reaching out blindly with her free hand without looking away from her charge's face gently she gives the hand a squeeze.
" Broken fingers. Internal bleeding. Small fractures in his rib cageā¦."
Feeling her tears only intensify with every passing second as she hears more and more of what the tests had found feeling her hand being gripped tightly gently Laurel's squeezes Thea's hand not even bothering wiping away her tears.
" Whoever took your son Mrs Queen. They did a real number on him."
Unable to take it any longer rising up from her seat to lean over the hospital bed reaching out being as gentle as she possibly can laying a hand down on his bandaged cheek feeling her tears dripping down her chin to his hospital bed closing the distance between them leaning forward gently Laurel brushes Oliver's lips with her own before slowly as she pulls back leaning down gently she buries her head into his shoulder allowing the tears to fall.
Silent sobs that by the second as she continues to cry slowly the room dispursts leaving only her and Oliver remaining. Sobs that continue to be the only sound coming from the room besides the constant ping from the heart monitor.
Sobs that suddenly after what felt like hours to only be minutes come to a sudden halt when she feels a bandaged hand stroking at her hair causing her to look up.
Causing her to look up into his cracked open eyes. His bloodshot eyes that only look down towards her at this moment with concern. Concern that only makes her tears intensify as she lays her hand back down once again on his bandaged cheek.
" What have they done to you?"
Instantly as she sees tears trickling down his eyes gently wiping them away leaning forward gently Laurel brushes her lips to his swollen ones before slowly she pulls back to gently rest her forehead against his own.
" Never again. I swear to you never again."
Feeling his gently leaning into her touch being as gentle as she possibly can softly getting into the bed reaching out gently Laurel takes Oliver's head in her hands and gently places his head down into her chest as slowly she starts to rock him back and forth as she feels his arms circling around her waist.
Silently closing the door behind them glancing into the hospital room seeing the sight of his eldest daughter crying into the shoulder of her unconscious fiance that only breaks his heart to see the distress state that she is in turning his attention away from the window to glance around at the other occupants in the hallway trying to keep his emotions masked Quentin glances around observing his surroundings.
Surroundings that instantly make his heart break when he sees the distressed across another woman's face. A younger woman.
A woman that over the last few years he has adopted into his own family treating her like another daughter. A daughter that was clearly in distress from the tears flowing down her cheeks.
A sight that he couldn't blame her for. Couldn't blame her from shedding so many tears for her hurt brother. For shedding tears for her brother that had only very recently returned back into her life to only be ripped out for a time.
Distress that makes him go over and wrap the young girl up into his arms allowing her to cry into his chest as her arms circle around him in a vice grip with no signs of ever letting ago.
Something he wouldn't blame her if she didn't want to either. Instead he would hold her and try his best to comfort her like any good parent would do.
And speaking of parent the other in the room is the one that makes warning bells go off in his head. Signs of distress across her face yes but it looked to him as though it was forced.
Forced tears coming down her cheeks. A forced look of concern that he had seen across her face the entire time they were inside of the hospital room.
The same look he had seen a few nights ago across her face when he raced into the hospital after his daughter. Something that showed there was something seriously wrong here.
But that would have to wait. His future son in law was in good hands right now surrounded by officers throughout the building. If any of them would be needed that is.
Looking down towards the crying woman in his arms reaching up gently Quentin starts to stroke her hair only hearing her sobs silenting with every stroke.
" Come on. I'll bring you home."
Nodding her head gently into his chest retracting her hands back to grab a tight hold of his hand as she feels his hand gently resting on her arm without putting up any sort of resistance with a slight tug Thea allows herself to be escorted forward by Quentin without turning her eyes away from the ground.
Taking one last quick glance over his shoulder seeing Moira staring back at their retreating backs with an almost guarded look across her face until her face disappears out of sight around the corner turning his head back forward seeing one of the patrolmen at the nurse's station flirting with one of the workers making his way over towards him causing the man to look up towards him with an alarmed look with his face becoming blank Quentin locks eyes with him.
" I need you on high alert. I want a around the clock patrolman here at all times. Oh and tell Laurel that if anyone other than a doctor dares to disturb them then she has my permission to shot them."
