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"Hello?" Jonas answered the phone half asleep. It was three hours since he had gone to bed, and two hours until he was supposed to be at the hospital again… These last days had been crazy, many accidents happened when townies had to get by without electricity. Luckily the hospital had a good emergency generator, and fuel enough for weeks…
"Hey, it's Felicity Smoak!"
A brief wave of panic shot through him. He knew he was only called when it was serious business… He knew they had no problem handling a 'simple' gunshot wound by themselves!
He was out of bed before either of them had time to say another word. "What happened?"
"He hurt his knee, I'm not sure how bad, but he mentioned meeting him at the hospital afterwards…" Jonas could hear how anxious Felicity's voice was, and he realized what that meant. Only the thought of Oliver being in bad enough shape to consider the hospital sent chills down his spine.
"My shift starts in about two hours, should I meet up with him anywhere?"
"They're at the abandoned boat factory down by the east dock… Diggle and Roy are there with him… I should call Dakota, she would probably like to be noticed too…"
"Yeah, DC likes to know what happens around her… She's at the hospital now, her shift lasts until 9 a.m…."
"Okay, I'll put on some clothes and get over to the factory! Anything else?"
"No, that's all I know about." Felicity answered, her voice was broken as if it was on the verge of breaking.
"Okay, bye for now then!" Jonas said and hung up, he rushed over to his closet and dug out some clothes fit for whatever he might encounter the next couple of hours before he got over to the hospital and his scrubs…
Meanwhile at the abandoned factory, Diggle had splinted Oliver's leg as best as he could. It was a delicate procedure, he knew that if he only jostled Oliver's leg just the slightest it would cause his friend a world of pain.
Considering that Oliver liked to cover up his pain, it scared Diggle and Roy that their friend gasped, sobbed or cussed anytime they barely touched his leg or foot…
The odd angle Oliver's leg was in told them that they should just keep it in that angle until they got some professional assistance to set it straight again. Chances was that they would only cause more damage if they tried to move the joint.
Roy sat behind Oliver and supported him. He felt a shot of guilt rising from the pit of his stomach as Oliver once again let out a small whimper… He should have gone with him on this job, he knew that Oliver wasn't at his top game at the moment. His knee had been bothering him more than it should, again Roy's fault, and his elbow wasn't as strong as it should be. Going on a job solo in that shape wasn't a good idea, and Roy knew he should have gone with him.
A tear escaped Oliver's right eye, and traveled down the same path as another had traveled earlier. Roy couldn't even imagine how bad it must be, he had never seen Oliver like this before! He had seen Oliver, bruised, battered and injured, but he had never seen Oliver admitting pain so easily.
Minutes later someone knocked on the door, "Are you guys in there?"
It was Jonas' voice, so Diggle moved to open the door.
"How bad is…" Jonas stopped short when he saw Oliver's shape leaning against Roy. He could see the way Oliver trembled from time to time, synchronized with the sobs he let out now and then.
Moving fast he squatted down beside Oliver's right leg, he saw the way it bent out. He knew it was a dislocation, but he couldn't tell how bad it was from just the looks of it.
"Great splint…" he commented looking at what might have been a chair earlier the same night. "Oliver, do you hear me?"
Oliver answered with a short nod. He had a hard enough time keeping himself together without speaking…
"This time I'll probably need a team of doctors, I think you need to get to the hospital!"
"I know…" Oliver answered before a low sob escaped from him, "But I can't go to *gasp*I can't wear this!" Oliver motioned lightly towards his outfit.
"Already thought of that…" Jonas answered pulling out an all grey sweatpants, and a light green hoodie. The fact that Oliver agreed on going to the hospital upset him a bit. He didn't know Oliver all that well, but he knew him enough to take this as a warning sign.
They used more than half an hour getting Oliver out of his suit and into the other clothes. Oliver was glad when they eventually was finished dressing him in casual clothes. It had been torture! It was a long time since Oliver had stopped caring about crying or the fact that he was showing he was in pain.
His knee felt like it was on fire, and the look he had gotten of it when they had gotten off his Arrow pants was sickening. It was less than two hours since it had been injured, yet the knee was swollen to double its original size and his leg was pretty much black from mid-thigh to mid leg.
Hopefully all his major blood vessels was intact. He remembered reading somewhere that if the main blood vessels in the knee was damaged, the only solution was amputation. He sure as hell didn't want that!
"I think we should put you in the back of Diggle's car, that's the best place for you to sit. Or we could call an ambulance…"
Oliver looked up at Jonas Hart and gritted his teeth before he spoke, "No ambulances! They will wonder why I'm here…"
"Just what I thought…" Jonas nodded, "I guess you can figure out a cover story on the way over to the hospital… I'll get over there and start early… "
"We will…" Diggle ensured him, cover stories was second nature to them by now.
A gruesome half hour later Oliver was placed in the backseat of Diggle's car, Roy had taken the shotgun seat, but was faced towards him. Diggle was keeping his eyes on the road as they sped towards the hospital, sometimes when Oliver made a noise he would cast a glance in the review mirror to check on him.
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