As soon as Oliver said he was poisoned and not to take him to the hospital, Chloe immediately knew what had to be done.
"Clark! We should take him to Isis. It is close and we can keep him isolated there. I'll call Davis and see if he can help."
Clark looked like he was going to disagree, but Oliver spoke up again.
"No hospital"
Clark set his jaw and wrapped Oliver's arm over his shoulder.
"Ok, fine. We take him to Isis."
Chloe started dialing. She really hoped he wasn't on a call already. He was on shift tonight.
She chose not to admit that she had hacked into the hospital database earlier and reviewed the EMT work schedules.
"Davis Bloome."
"Davis! Thank god you picked up. Are you on a run?"
"No, I just dropped someone off. What's wrong?"
Chloe tried to control her panic.
"I know we joked about it being good to know a paramedic. But, Davis! My friend Oliver is sick and he insists we can't take him to the hospital. He is unsteady and hot to the touch. Please help. We are going to be at Isis."
"I'm on my way." She could hear the resolve in his voice and it steadied her like nothing else could have.
Clark carried Oliver through the door or Isis.
"Chloe, he's getting worse. If it's poison, we need to get him to a hospital," Clark bellowed out as he released Oliver's arm. Oliver was barely able to steady himself as he collapsed onto the lounger in the front office.
"Davis is on his way."
"He needs a doctor, Chloe."
Chloe gripped Clark's arm as pulled him aside.
"Clark, if Oliver said he wants to avoid all MDs and hospitals, I'm sure has a really good reason."
"I'm not gonna stand here and watch my friend die!"
Chloe knew it was fear for his friend that was making Clark so loud and unreasonable.
"Clark, do you think this is easy for me? I know Oliver, too. I've worked side by side with him. And when he says to do something, it's always for a reason."
"But this time it's different! His life's at stake!"
"Clark, if you were lying on that couch, I would do whatever you asked, down to the letter. I wouldn't hesitate. Now trust him." Chloe pleaded with him with her eyes, asking Clark to understand. To trust. She knew trust was a hard thing for Clark, but she knew Oliver. He had been leading their hero team for years. She knew he didn't give pointless orders. If he said no hospitals, there was a reason.
"I'm gonna check his phone, see if I can find the number of the girl he was with tonight." Clark turned away and started pressing on the phone keypad of Ollie's phone which he drew from his jacket pocket.
Well, it isn't exactly agreement, but it looks like he isn't going to drag Ollie away against his wishes.
Just then Davis appeared in the office door, with his kit in hand. He moved directly over to Oliver and dropped the bag.
Right into paramedic mode. Thank god.
Aloud she said, "Thank god. Davis."
"He is a lot worse than you said he was, Chloe." He swiftly began to go examine Oliver.
Oliver looked terrible. He was already much worse then when he collapsed at The Ace of Clubs.
"We think he may have been poisoned," she admitted.
Jumping in Clark demanded, "Can you help him?"
Quickly wrapping the exam, Davis answered, "Uh... his pulse is racing... and he's burning up. He's stable, so I can set him up with a heart monitor, take his blood to the lab," standing he finished, "But if things don't look better in one hour, I got to bring him in."
She knew Davis didn't like that they weren't willing to go to the ER. After all, he was an EMT. His job was to keep people alive long enough to get them to the hospital. Not to cure them where they stood.
Moving to face him, Chloe looked at Davis intently. She put as much feeling as she could into her voice. "I know you're risking your job to do this, but you can trust me."
He sighed heavily, but she knew he was going to acquiesce. She was right.
"Watch him. If anything changes, call," he told her intently. "I'll get the monitor."
With that he turned and left as most a quickly as Bart.
Closing the door behind Davis, she moved to stand before Clark.
Looking at Oliver's phone, Clark said, "His date's name is Adrianna. It showed up in the calendar."
"And she didn't call after he disappeared from the event?"
"No, and she won't pick up, either. I'm gonna go to the bar and see if she's still there."
"Let's hope for Oliver's sake that she knows something." And just like that Clark left too. Chloe sighed heavily.
Looking at the sweaty Oliver breathing erratically on the couch, she hoped between the two men that just left they could get him some help.
In the meantime, she would see what she could dig up using the Isis computers. Maybe she could track down what poisoned Ollie.
Chloe returned to the computers after getting Lois settled in looking after Oliver. She had some good leads on the type of poison.
Her ability had grown even in the short time since being in the facility. She could sort through information on the monitors before even all the pixels resolved on the screens. It made the screens appear to blur.
This was actually really cool.
She had regretted the loss of her healing ability when she had tried to save Clark in the facility after a mind-drugged Oliver shot him with an arrow. But she didn't miss the pain and the, well, dying that also went along with that power.
The slight forgetfulness she sometimes had was a much better trade off for this incredible processing power.
She didn't feel burdened by this gift. She felt powerful.
Chloe could hear Davis and Lois out in the front office of Isis. Lois was shouting at Davis. She felt a pang of pity for the EMT. Determined Lois could be scary. She momentarily thought about going out to see if she could help, but knew she would be more useful where she was. She was trying to see if she could find a way for them to synthesize the ingredients for the serum using the research notes from the Luthercorp facility. Unfortunately it wasn't looking good. It just took too much time. And of course they would have to get to a lab to do it...
She would leave Lois to provide love and support, and Davis to provide medical care.
Her phone rang with the loud piercing ring she had reserved for Clark. She scrambled it open praying for good news from the new monarch of Luthorcorp.
"Chloe, Tess said the antidote is in a research lab in Cabo Grande, Brazil. I'm on my way, but I need you to guide me through and tell me what I am looking for."
Relieved, that there was a cure already manufactured, Chloe set her jaw and put on her Bluetooth headset.
"Ok, let's do this."
Clark had the serum.
A few seconds later, she heard his distinctive whoosh as he came through the door.
Oliver would be ok now.
She had to cover their tracks. She manipulated the Luthorcorp computers to order the creation of another batch of the antidote to cover up the loss of the one that Clark stole. It wouldn't do for Tess Mercer to find out that minutes after being told of the existence of the serum in the lab that it had gone missing. She also wiped all the security footage and keycard records of all areas where Clark had been.
Next she hacked into Queen Consolidated. She created records of the serum in one of their local labs. She gave Clark Kent authorization and entered logs of him removing the antidote.
If anyone wanted to know where the serum that saved Oliver had come from, they now had an answer.
She heard Oliver's voice. It sounded strong. He was shouting something at Clark.
This power was definitely a good thing.
She walked out a few minutes later. Oliver was sitting up and drinking thirstily from a large glass of water as Lois hovered over him. Davis stood in the background holding an empty syringe.
Oliver was looking stronger by the minute.
Finishing the large glass, he handed it back to Lois. Lois accepted the glass and promptly slapped Oliver. Hard.
Chloe winced for Oliver.
"How dare you go and get yourself poisoned and scare the help out of me! I mean...us. US!" Lois screamed at him. She turned around, picked up her jacket, and slammed out the door.
Chloe wondered when Lois would realize that was still holding Oliver's water glass.
Davis was still standing behind Oliver looking dumbfounded. He looked over at the door Lois had recently slammed, to Oliver, then to the door again.
Chloe smiled. It was a lot to take in.
Oliver rubbed his cheek. "Ow..." he complained. Then he glanced up as he saw Chloe in the doorway from the back office.
Oliver saw her smile directed over him and turned and looked behind him to where Davis stood.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Oliver!" Chloe cried stepping forward. "This is Davis. He is a paramedic friend of mine. Oh, and he helped SAVE YOUR LIFE."
Oliver had the sense to wince. Though she did hear him mumble, "I almost died. You'd think everyone would stop yelling at me."
Turning around, Oliver stood up and offered his hand to Davis. "Hey, Oliver Queen. It seems I owe you a debt. If you ever need anything. Contact me." He glanced over at Chloe as if to check that she saw him playing nice. Looking back at Davis, he continued, "But even if it weren't for that, any friend of Chloe, is a friend of mine." He flashed his most charming smile at Davis.
Davis still seemed off kilter, but accepted the other man's hand. "Davis Bloome. Nice to meet you. Glad you made it."
Releasing Oliver's hand, he bent down to retrieve his kit. He put the syringe into a sharps case and threw the bag over his shoulder.
"It has been a crazy night, and I'm sure you and your friends have a lot to discuss." Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a business card and handed it to Oliver. "If you have any more symptoms, please contact me." Finally he seemed to be back on solid footing. Back to being "on the job." He smiled at the other man. "I'd hate to think we worked so hard to save your life for nothing."
He looked across at Chloe and smiled.
"Chloe," he said simply before darting for the exit.
Chloe moved to follow after him, but Oliver caught her arm. He looked down at her intently.
"Chloe, how? How did you all save me?"
Chloe looked out the door at Davis' fast retreating back, but he was already gone.
She sighed heavily and moved to sit down on the lounger. Oliver sat next to her.
"Well, after you collapsed, I called Davis to come look at you..."