Why ? 2
Oliver drifted slowly back to awareness. Their was a dull throb pulsing slowly on his lower stomach. He recognized the beep of a heart monitor and then the antiseptic smell. He was in a hospital. Why the hell was he in the hospital ?. He sat up quickly, brown eyes flashing with disorientation and panic. The dull throb flared up and burned fiercely. "Ahhh." Oliver screamed in pain. One hand went to rub on the spot while another gripped the sheet tightly. "Oliver, calm down." A familiar voice ordered softly. Oliver was trying to soothe the wound in his stomach. Then it hit him.
The attack. The torture. The trade. Chloe. She traded herself for him. Erased herself and left him. Well he had to find her. Screw his pain. He went to set up but he was held down. "Oliver, calm down." He recognized the voice this time. "Clark ?" Oliver asked, hoarsely. "Yeah, it's me." Clark says. Oliver slowly calms down. The familiar voice of his friend soothing him. "Why am I in the hospital ?" He asks slowly. The throb in his stomach getting less and less painful. "You had a stab wound in your stomach. I had called Emil before and you were struggling pretty bad." Clark pushes a hand through his hair. "Delirious. You kept trying to fight us, Emil thought it was sleep deprivation. Plus, he said it looked like you were run over with a truck multiple times and that you hadn't eaten or drank anything in days." Clark finishes with a sigh.
Oliver lets his eyes widen for a second. He lets out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. "So, when's Doc going to let me out ?" Oliver asked, bluntly. Clark just looked at him in shock. "Ok, so that look of shock. Yeah, that's not settling with me so well right now, Boy Scout." He said, hoping the nervous feeling welling in his stomach wasn't in his voice. Clark kept the expression as he spoke. "What the hell is the matter with you, Oliver ?" Clark asks, his voice raised. Oliver tries to take on a confused expression. "What are you talking about ?' Oliver asks. "Do you even care that Chloe just gave up her life for you ?, That without a second thought she gave up everything she ever knew just to save you." Clark is shouting now. Oliver tries to interrupt. But, he's really never seen Clark like this and he hates to admit it's kind of scaring him. Also, there is a giant lump of anger, hurt and ashamedly tears clogged in his throat and he knows that if he opens his mouth to speak it will come tumbling out. He opens his mouth slightly though.
"No, don't even think of speaking right now. I mean you were downright sobbing when I found you. Guess that was all a lie, right." He sucks in a breath. "A lie like your feelings for Chloe. Guess Oliver Queen really couldn't let anybody in. Couldn't even let somebody who loved you, trusted you, gave up their life for you in." Clark glares at him as he delivers the final blow. "God, no wonder everybody leaves you. You don't care about them enough to stay. Chloe, Tess, The team, Lois, your own parents." Clark immediately regrets what he just said. He sees Ollie's face shift. His brown eyes are shining with betrayal, hurt, anger, pain. His chin's wobbling dangerously and he bites his lip and wipes away the tears. He looks back at Clark , eyes newly dark and jaw set. "Ollie…" . Oliver sits up ignoring the physical pain.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME !" Oliver shouts, a few tears slipping down his face. He swipes them away, furiously. "Ollie." Clark tries again. "GET OUT !" He yells again. Oliver grabs the first thing he can from the table next to his bed and throws it. Clark ducks it without hesitation. "Oliver, I'm sorry." Clark walks out guiltily and flies home. He finds it easy to hone in to keep check on Oliver. He hears get out of the bed and shuffle somewhere. He hears Oliver swear and a thud on the ground. There's a shout of pain and Clark hears enough to know something's wrong. He speeds to the hospital and finds Oliver being held down by an orderly and knows by the look that this in no hospital orderly. Oliver is fighting against the guy, but is isn't very effective. Clark then notices the syringe. He curses himself for not letting Oliver be taken to a real hospital with real security.
Then he watches as Oliver's eyes flash to him with panic and relief. Clark watches as the man plunges the syringe into Oliver's arm. Clark speeds and knocks the guy out and rushes to get the syringe out of Oliver. Oliver jumps off the bed and backs up against the wall. His eyes wide and breathing harsh. Clark walked over to him, slowly. "Oliver, are you okay ?" Clark asked. Oliver's eyes had fear in them. It notched up as Clark moved closer. "P…Please don't." Oliver wrapped his arms around himself. "Please…don't hurt me." Oliver murmured, voice thick with fear. "Oliver I would never hurt you." He stepped closer, again. "Please stop." Oliver pleaded as he sank to the floor. "Ollie, it's me, Clark." Clark stepped so he was next to him and knelt next to him.
Oliver tried to scoot away. Clark just pulled him close. Oliver weakly fought against him. "No…Please, not again." Oliver said. "Ollie, shh, it's me, Clark, I won't hurt you." He pulled Oliver closer and felt the blonde shaking and he started to sob. Clark rubbed his back. He waited until Oliver seemed to fall asleep. Clark gently picked him up and sped them all the way to Watchtower and called the only person he could think of.