Sorry it's kind of slow….but a wounded girl can't fight crime! You already know what I'm going to say but…..REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!

I stood up after killing the man who was looking for me and everyone stared at me. I walked over to the window and prayed this wouldn't hurt, but used my elbow to break the glass. "Everyone out! NOW!" I yelled. They all rushed over to the window. "Once you get out run to a hiding place or get more help," I demanded. Once they all exited, I walked out of the room, going to look for Oliver. All at once I felt my shoulder get hot, then a severe stinging. I screamed and fell back. Oh my God I've been shot! My bullet wound was excruciatingly painful. I was losing a lot of blood, fast. I breathed so quickly it was like I had just run five miles. I continued to groan and tried to stand up. Everything was blurry and my head ached. I staggered up, failing at walking and fell back down and yelled in pain. Oliver finally sprinted over to me and coaxed, "It's okay Hazel, it's okay." His voice was very gentle. I knew he had finished the rest of the men because he seemed relaxed other than the fact that I had been shot in the shoulder. I panted quickly, but then I suddenly relaxed and everything turned black.

I awoke on an uncomfortable bed with Oliver treating my shoulder. I felt a lot better, but it still stinged in that one spot. I blushed when I realized I was in nothing but my bra and shorts. I guess it didn't matter because blood replaced my shirt. Oliver handed me a cup with a liquid and green things in it that looked like grass. "Drink it," he said calmly. I did and it tasted awful. I chugged it down anyway, no matter how much it tasted horrible. "Where's my mom?" I asked weakly. Oliver replied with, "She's okay. When the men in masks came in firing, she hid in the mail room of the school with no windows." I sighed with relief. Then I remembered something shocking and said, "Ollie…Uh…Well, when I was listening to one of the men in a classroom, he asked 'Where's Hazel Grey?' Oliver, why does he want me?" Oliver's eyes widened, "Are you sure they said your name? You could've heard it wrong through all of the chaos." I shook my head and winced, "No. I heard him. He was talking about me." Oliver mashed his lips together in thought and pondered for a minute then finally said, "I don't know why, but I need to find out." I nodded slightly and closed my eyes. I didn't know why, but I was exhausted. Oliver continued to work on my shoulder and I fell asleep in an instant.

I awoke fully clothed, now, and I stood up. I was in the same place, but I just didn't see Oliver anywhere. When I shifted my right arm, the wounded one, I yelped out in pain. Oliver came out of a room, rushing over to me and said, "Are you okay?" I nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine." I sat down in the most comfortable chair I could find. I gave a sour look to no one and Oliver looked at me confused, "What's wrong?" I grumbled, "I'm unable to fight, I'm going to have to explain all of this to my mom, and my arm hurts like crazy." "I'm sorry," he said, "This is my entire fault. We should've never met in the first place." I shook my head quickly. "No," I said, "My life pretty much sucked without you. It was the same thing every day. School, homework, sleep. School, homework, sleep. Then repeat." He smiled and sat down next to me on the arm of the chair. "C'mon," he said, "It's time to clear things up with your parents."

We drove to my house with a happy Ollie and a reluctant Hazel. I freshened up a little but, so I doesn't seem like I was actually the one in the school, fighting. We arrived at my front door and Oliver put his hand around my back and rang the doorbell. "Really?" I said, "This is my house you know." He ignored me and my mom opened the door. She saw me and immediately wrapped me into a tight hug. She put pressure on my shoulder and I screamed out in pain. She jumped back quickly. Oliver said in a polite voice, "Hazel was shot during the shooting at the school. She's okay, I took her to the hospital, and everything is fine." He smiled like it wasn't a big deal to my mom. My mom exclaimed, "You were shot?! Oh Hazel, we have to take you back to the emergency room. Now!" I stopped her and said, "Mom, I'm okay. Oliver took care of me." She looked at Oliver, and then took a double take. "You're Oliver Queen!" she exclaimed. He nodded and continued to have a small smile on his face. "Yes," he said, "You see, I was at the school talking to some students about my company and I heard gunfire and found Hazel." I smiled up at him. This was going way better than I thought it would. Mom invited Oliver inside and started talking to him about what happened, and I went into the kitchen and got some food. I came back out after eating and walked into the living room. "I'm going to go to bed," I said sleepily. They both nodded and Oliver stood up and walked over to me, and I led him into a different room. "When will I see you again?" I asked, "I know I'm kind of useless to you right now in fighting crime and stuff but, will I see you soon?" He pulled me into a gentle hug and said, "Hazel, just because you can't fight, doesn't mean I don't want to see you again." I smiled into his shoulder. We stood there for a minute and he finally pulled away. "I'll see you soon okay?" he reassured. I nodded and watched him leave. I said good night to my mom and walked upstairs and sank into my bed, and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke and turned to see what time it was, but I noticed a figure sitting in my chair across from my bed. I sat up quickly, but relaxed when I realized it was Oliver. "Ollie!" I hissed, "What are you doing here?!" He smiled and got up and sat next to me in my bed. "I came to check on you," he whispered, "And to tell you what my life was like on the island." I immediately became interested. I turned towards him and waited for him to tell me everything. After about ten minutes of talking I lied down under the covers, next to him. He continued to tell me interesting stories of him on the island. But soon, I couldn't hold sleep back. My eyes fluttered shut, and my body shut down, sleeping on Oliver's chest, peacefully.