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Hey guys! I'm back. This chapter is a lot shorter than I would usually write but I was kind of stuck on what to write so this is what ended up coming out. I hope you enjoy. Please R&R.

The first thing she was aware of when she woke up was the steady beat of a heart rate monitor. Taking in a shuddering breath she tried to open her eyes. A blinding brightness forced her to close them again as she groaned the grogginess of sleep made it hard to remember where she was or what had happened. She tried to think back to the last thing she remembered. There was a riot. In prison and then Andy had betrayed them and then…

She shot upright in bed panicking for a second. Darhk had stabbed her. Her worry only increased when she looked around and realized that this wasn't a hospital. She felt hands pushing her backwards and immediately tried to lash out at her attacker. Only to find that her hands restrained. Someone else came in front of her leaning into her field of vision. Their voice was slowly coming into focus.

"...uarel, Laurel, it's me. It's Sara. Calm down."

After a few more seconds of struggling, recognition dawned on her and she stopped. In front of her, was the White Canary. Her sister. The one who had left five months ago to fight Savage throughout history.

"What's going on?" She asked looking around. Thinking back to what happened before she woke up, Laurel realized that one person wasn't there. "Where's Ollie?"

"He's back in 2016," Sara responded. Neither of them said anything for a second before Sara broke, clinging to Laurel as she cried. The second canary didn't really understand what was going on, but she comforted her sister anyway. After long sobs, turned into drying tears, Laurel brushed the hair out of Sara's face, leaving her palm on her head for a second.

"What's wrong?" she asked in the kindest tone she could muster. Sara paused for a second before responding.

"You were supposed to die tonight. I thought you were dead."

Laurel looked at her sister in shock.

"What!?"

"When Darhk stabbed you, it caused an embolism that the doctors couldn't fix. You died at eleven-fifty-nine pm on April 16, 2016. But I couldn't live with myself knowing I could prevent it. So I convinced the team to let us go back to save you but we had to do it discreetly. As far as everyone else in the world knows, Laurel Lance is dead."

Laurel looked in shock at her younger sister. This was a lot to take in.

"So what happens now?" She asked quietly.

"For now, you rest, you recover. Gideon and Caitlin said that you should have at least two weeks of that before you can do anything else again and after that, I guess you stay on the waverider with us until it's safe for you to go home." Laurel nodded still processing everything. It was pretty hard to believe. She was supposed to be dead. And Sara had saved her.

"Thank you," she whispered to her sister as she got up to leave the room. Sara paused turning back to look at her sister.

"I will always be there for you," she said firmly before walking out of the room. When she did she breathed out a sigh of relief. Her sister was alive. She allowed a smile to break on her face as she thought about that fact.

"How is she?" Caitlin asked coming up behind her.

"Good. She was talking to me. She seemed really tired though."

"That's to be expected," Caitlin explained. "After what her body has been through, I'm surprised she woke up this early at all. I'm having Gideon administer a sedative."

"Ok," Sara said looking into her sister's room from the window outside. "Thank you for everything."

"Of course."

With that the doctor left to give the White Canary some time to think.

Author's Note: So, what did you guys think? I'm thinking of doing a time skip of around 4-6 weeks to get back towards the normal legends plot. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter (even though it's not one of my better ones). Until next time!