Oliver woke up first, with a headache that threatened to split his head open. He grunted in pain when the bright hospital lights hit his retinas.
"What the hell happened?" he muttered, closing his eyes again.
He jumped, startled, as a nurse said, "Oh, Mr. Queen! You're awake?"
Oliver opened his eyes again, ignoring the pain that shot through his head, and turned his head to look at the corner of the room, "I'm sorry? What?"
The nurse stepped closer to his bed, and patted his arm. Oliver tried to ignore the vaguely creepy action.
"You're up a little earlier than the doctors thought you would be. They had you heavily sedated."
Oliver resisted the urge to say that he had trained his body to resist all of the known sedatives in the world. He figured that might just get him into trouble.
"Why the hell was I sedated?" Oliver grumbled, but as he said it, he recalled the bright flash of headlights from the night before.
"Oh, you and your wife were in a car accident last night," the nurse said wife as if it were the dirtiest word she could think of. Oliver ignored it, he didn't have time for nurses with crushes on him.
"Shit," Oliver muttered, he remembered the accident now, or at least the lead up to it. If he had hit his head it would explain the pounding headache he had.
"Oh, yeah. It wasn't good. You and your wife were pretty banged up," she smiled brightly, "But don't worry! You don't have any lasting damage, and you didn't even break anything."
"Good to know," Oliver said, not really paying attention to her as he mentally catalogued every inch of his body.
There was the obvious pain in his head, probably a concussion. That was fine. He'd dealt with them before and this time would be no different.
Tilting his neck, he saw that his arms were badly cut up and bruised. Definitely from the glass breaking in the car. They might hurt for a few days, but they would heal.
He didn't feel any plaster casts or braces, so he knew the nurse had been telling the truth; nothing was broken.
Good. He couldn't really leave Starling City without the Arrow for four to six weeks.
The nurse was still babbling away, and Oliver suddenly hated himself for not immediately asking about Felicity.
He held up a hand, and the nurse immediately stopped talking.
"My wife, my Felicity, where is she? How is she?"
The nurse frowned, "Um, she's in the room next door…"
"Why weren't we put in a room together?" Oliver demanded, swinging his legs out from under the covers and dropping his sock clad feet to the floor.
"Um, well, they didn't…" The nurse stammered under the glare of what Felicity liked to call Oliver's 'Hood Face.'
Oliver simply raised his eyebrow, and crossed his arms over his chest.
"You came in late. There were only two single rooms available by the time the doctors patched you both up,"
"I'll be moving into my wife's room now. And I will be staying there until you release us both," Oliver said as he was halfway out the door.
The nurse made a small squeak of protest, but followed Oliver out.
The CEO of Queen Consolidated quietly opened the door to his wife's room. It looked like she was still out, which didn't surprise Oliver. She hadn't spent years training her body against these kids of things.
He turned to the nurse, "What time were these sedatives supposed to wear off?"
The nurse lifted and dropped one shoulder, "Around noon. A little before, a little after."
Oliver looked up at the clock on the wall. 11:30. Only a few more minutes and he could talk to Felicity again.
To the nurse, he nodded, "Thank you. I'd like to be alone with my wife now."
The nurse blanched at Oliver's commanding tone, and scurried out of the room. Oliver chuckled once the door was shut.
"You're gonna love to hear this story, Felicity," Oliver said, running his thumb over the back of her bruised hand.
Oliver's head was still pounding, but he wanted to look over every inch of Felicity's body, and make sure she was all in one piece.
She had a few scrapes on her face, and one eye was black and blue. There were smaller bruises on her forehead and cheek. Oliver sighed, and brushed a finger over a cut on her cheek. He hated seeing her like this.
Unlike him, Felicity had a plaster cast encircling her left wrist. Oliver couldn't help the small smile that graced his face; Felicity would hate this. Hacking and typing would be a thousand times harder with that cast.
"I'm sorry, Felicity," he said, leaning his head down to rest it against her hand, "I am so sorry I got you hurt."
"Shut up, you idiot," Felicity rasped.
Oliver sat up straight, and grinned, "Felicity?"
"The one and only," she coughed, "Is there any water around here? Wait, where is here?"
Oliver laughed, and grabbed the pitcher and a cup off of the night stand. He pushed the button on the side of the bed and suddenly Felicity was in a sitting position, sipping carefully on a cup of water.
"Here is Starling City General," Oliver said, watching Felicity like a hawk.
"Oh, hospital. Interesting. Oliver, could you stop staring t me like that? You're making me nervous. You look like I'm going to fall to pieces any second. Oh my god! I am going to fall to pieces any second. What's wrong with me? Why don't I remember coming into the hospital? Is that why I'm here? Is it like, Alzheimer's or something?" Felicity babbled away, until Oliver gently placed his hand over her mouth, effectively shutting his wife up.
"Felicity," Oliver started, "You need to calm down. We were in a car accident last night. Do you remember?"
Felicity's eyes went wide, and she nodded, her mouth still covered my Oliver's hand.
"Good," Oliver lowered his hand. A mistake, he learned, when Felicity began talking in earnest.
"A car accident! I can't believe it! Wow, that's why everything hurts so much. The last thing I remember is talking to Thea on the phone. Oliver! Thea was on the phone! What if she heard the accident? She's probably out of her mind. What time is it? We were supposed to get the kids. They're going to be so confused, and upset," Felicity talked at a breakneck pace, but Oliver could see that she was wincing as she spoke.
"We'll deal with it. We can call Thea and talk to her and the kids. Everything will be okay. I promise," Oliver leaned up and pressed a kiss to Felicity's lips (another effective way of shutting her up.)
"Okay, I can handle that," Felicity blew out a breath and went to brush her hair off of her face. She almost knocked herself out with the cast, "Ow! What the heck?"
She held her left arm out and examined the plaster with her face wrinkled up in disgust.
"A cast? Are you kidding me?" She waved her hand in front of Oliver's face, "Do you know how difficult my job is going to be now? Both of my jobs! How am I supposed to change diapers with one hand?"
"How about you think about the fact that you escaped a car accident with only a broken arm?" Oliver suggested, a smile playing on his lips.
Felicity grumbled, "I guess. But my jobs are still not going to be easy."
"If I take over diaper duty, will that satisfy you?" Oliver laughed.
Felicity perked up, "Yes! I am so getting that in writing. For the next four to six weeks, Oliver Robert Queen will be taking over diaper duties from Felicity Meghan Queen nee Smoak."
Oliver was laughing outright now, and Felicity smiled, pleased with herself.
"You got it," he squeezed Felicity's hand, "Now how about I go find a doctor or a nurse, that way we can get our stuff back and call Thea?"
"Sounds like a plan, boss," Felicity struggled to keep her smile under control.
Oliver said nothing, just made a noise in the back of his throat as he walked to the door.
He turned when he heard Felicity laugh, "What is it?"
"Um, are you feeling a little bit chilly?" Felicity giggled. When Oliver looked confused, she continued, "Have you seen the design of a hospital gown lately? They, uh, don't exactly provide full coverage."
"What?" Oliver questioned, and scowled when he realized what Felicity meant. His entire ass was hanging out the back of his gown. He was going to kill someone.
Holding the two sides shut, Oliver swung Felicity's room's door open and slammed it behind him, cutting off Felicity's hysterical laughter.
Two minutes later, Oliver was back, a doctor in tow.
"Hello, Mrs. Queen. I'm your attending doctor, Dr. Morrison," the man held out his hand and Felicity shook it.
"Hi, nice to meet you. When can this cast come off?" Felicity immediately demanded.
Dr. Morrison chuckled, as Oliver explained, "My wife is an IT expert. She deals a lot with computers. Four to six weeks in a cast might kill her."
"I see. Well," he checked the clipboard he was holding, "It was a clean break, and easily set. So come back in three weeks, and we'll look at it, okay?"
"Not as early as I wanted, but okay," Felicity said.
Oliver smiled at her and sat on the edge of her mattress.
"Actually, there was something I wanted to discuss with you," Dr. Morrison said, and both Oliver and Felicity picked up on the seriousness in his tone.
Oliver wrapped an arm around Felicity's shoulder, as if to protect her from what was going to be said.
"What is it?" Felicity asked, her voice laced with nerves as she imagined the worst case scenarios.
"Well, during the accident, Mrs. Queen, your side of the car took the brunt of the hit, which is why your arm is broken and you have more lacerations than your husband. In addition to the broken arm, you had quite a bit of internal bleeding, due to a piece of metal that punctured your side."
Felicity gasped, and Oliver dropped his hand to rest at Felicity's waist. Sure enough, there was padding there, presumably from the bandages the doctors had used to fix her up.
"So what does that mean, Doctor?" Oliver asked, "I assume she won't be able to do any heavy lifting until she's completely healed."
Dr. Morrison nodded, "You assume correct, Mr. Queen. However, in addition to the internal bleed, the metal nicked a corner of your uterus."
Felicity shook her head, "I don't understand? What does that mean? It's not like I was pregnant," he eyes went wide, "Oh my god, I was pregnant! Wasn't I? I lost a baby?"
"No, no, no, Mrs. Queen. You were not pregnant," Dr. Morrison held up a hand, "The problem here is the amount of scar tissue that will be caused. It will be impossible for you to have another baby."
Oliver's heart sunk. No more kids?
"Oh, is that it?" Felicity said, the ghost of a smile playing on her lips, "You made it sound much worse."
Dr. Morrison was a little surprised by Felicity's reaction. But, he nodded and left the room.
Oliver raised an eyebrow at Felicity once the doctor was gone, "That's it?"
Felicity turned her head to look at him, "Well, I mean, it's not like we were planning on adding another baby. Plus we have Bea and Theo. Another baby would have been nice, but my life isn't going to end just because I can't have another one."
Oliver tilted his head, "I guess you're right," he squeezed her hand, "If you're okay with this, then I'm okay with it."
Felicity smiled, "I'm okay with it. Now go call your sister and tell her to bring my babies here."
Oliver stood up, "Yes, boss."
Felicity smiled as he pressed a kiss to her forehead and left the room.
A/N: Okay, I lied. The babies are coming in the next chapter. BUT! Look at it this way, the story has now stretched out to five(?) chapters instead of the originally planned 3.
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Edit: Made a few grammar corrections. Thanks Teenyjewel! Going forward, all grammar mistakes are mine, and made most likely because I got too excited about posting and forgot to check =)
