Thanks for the super reviews I've gotten this far!
I really hope you enjoyed reading...
A week had went by since his surgery, and Oliver felt a little tiny bit better. At least enough to make crutch walking a real option for trips more than ten yards… The bruise on his leg had changed both color and shape by now. It had gone from being all black, to being a specter of colors. Even colors you didn't expect to find in a bruise… Like white for example... It wasn't any small wound that had gotten infected or any thing, it was just a patch of his bruise that had become milk-white…
The white patch stood out as a contrast to everything else. It stood as a contrast to the dark colors his bruise consisted of, a contrast to the black sutures that held his surgery-scars closed and it also stood as a contrast to the nightmare-ish metal brace that surrounded it all.
The shape of the bruise was also changed. From having pretty clean edges at mid-thigh and mid-leg, to having graded edges that also stretched over larger areas. The bruise went past the edge of his cut-off sweatpants shorts, and all the way down to his ankle.
Oliver had to admit, it looked pretty sick. And if he hadn't been the one to feel the pain, he would most likely been fascinated by she mere look of it.
The pain had now ebbed a bit. It had sunk from what he would only admit to himself was a 9.5 to a much more manageable 8.7… Getting around the house had become a bit easier when he didn't have to worry about his breathing causing his leg more pain! Now he just had to make movements as fluid as possible and hopping along on the crutches wasn't hell any more…
The only problem there was about getting around on the crutches right now, was that fluid movements didn't belong in his crutch-vocabulary! Even though he was quite skilled, he had a BAD habit of jabbing into things…
He was sitting alone on the couch waiting for either Felicity or Thea to come back home. Thea had come back to check on him when she learned that he'd been injured, and she had insisted to stay until he was well enough to manage on his own…
He sure wished that he would be able to manage completely on his own soon. Not because he wanted Thea to leave, but because he wasn't used to depending on anyone anymore… On the other hand, he loved the fact that Thea was back in town… He had missed his little sister!
The clock hanging on the wall showed 3p.m. which meant that within an hour Felicity would most likely come back from QC… During these first weeks of his recovery, he had taken some time off from his job as the CEO of Queen Consolidated. If there were anything that needed to be looked at, he had someone bring it over to his own house…
Looking down at his exposed leg again he almost cringed as he took in the horror picture his leg was. His leg was still swollen as heck and the sutures seemed to be tugging at the edges of the wounds.
A bolt of pain rammed him as he tried to change his position. His heart started pounding in time with the throbbing of his leg. He bit back a gasp, even though there was no one around to hear it.
The fact that he couldn't move around as he pleased, bothered him. He was bored out of his mind and incredibly close to going nuts if he didn't get out of his house soon…
If one thing was for sure, it was that Oliver Queen wasn't made for being captivated by pain… He simply wasn't made for sitting still more than 5 minutes at the time…
His body leg throbbed violently, but his mind ached for movement…
Fuck this leg. Fuck pain. Fuck ADHD and the fact that I'm restless! Fuck that I can't move around as I please, and FUCK THIS WHOLE SITUATION! Oliver thought as he stretched his arm out to reach his phone… If nothing else, then maybe there were some cool games on it… Something to kill some time with…
Questions:
Anyone else here who thinks Oliver might've got ADHD?
Any ADHDers here? ...or is it just me...
I really hope you enjoyed!
BTW, do you think I should just skip forward a few weeks so that he's a tad more mobile?
