Thanks to those whom have read this far!
Here's another chapter for you!
"We need a gurney here!" Roy yelled as he got out of the car outside the hospital. He was outside almost before Dig had pulled the car to a stop.
A young female medic and a slightly older male medic heard him and rushed over to the car with a gurney.
"What happened?" the woman asked as she placed the gurney beside the car.
"Oliver, he… We played football, and his knee gave out when he was tackled!" Roy didn't have to play concerned, he was concerned!
"It's the middle of the night…" the male nurse said, "why were you playing football in the middle of the night?"
"We used a lot of time getting him to the car!" Diggle shot in, just like they rehearsed. "Our cellphones are dead, so we had no chance to call after an ambulance… Moving him was a difficult job…"
The medics accepted the explanation and stepped around the car to help Oliver over to the gurney.
By now, Oliver had stopped crying and he managed to speak more normally. Still whenever he tried to speak his voice was strained with pain, and it took effort not to start crying again.
"Easy!" Oliver demanded when he felt a two pair of hands grabbing a hold of his shoulders, ready to hoist him out from the backseat.
He could feel the woman nodding her head. "We have to get you out of there, maybe if your friends could help us… They got you in here after all!"
Not much later Oliver was inside the hospital, where he met Dr. Jonas Hart again.
"What have we got here?" he asked, acting as if he didn't know already…
"Oliver Queen, male 29 year old. Severe trauma to his right leg." An intern told him, Oliver couldn't help but think of the character Christina Yang, in Grey's Anatomy.
"Can you tell me what happened, Oliver?"
"I was playing football with some friends, and my knee didn't stand that last tackle…"
Jonas nodded, "Take scans of his knee, we need to get a look of the extent of the injuries."
"To put it in more understandable language… The only things that looks okay inside your knee is your blood vessels. I don't know if you've realized that you have several fractures in your leg bone yet? Good news is; most likely, you'll keep your leg…" Jonas said after putting on the show of medical talk.
"You need surgery, we're prepping a room right now. After the surgery you'll have to wear either a cast or an ilizarov brace, depending on how bad it looks once we open up your knee, for at least four months."
Oliver had a sinking sensation in his stomach as Jonas described the situation. The fact that he hadn't even felt that his leg was fractured in many places told something about the pain his knee caused him.
"During that time you need to stay completely off your leg, not that I think you'll have any desire to put weight on it… After the first four months or so, we can start talking about rehabilitation."
Oliver nodded, as painful as his leg was at the moment he couldn't imagine how he would ever willingly put weight on his right foot.
"Operating room is ready now!" Dr. Dakota Coffer said as she entered the room they were in. "Any wishes about the sugery?" she asked Oliver remembering what he had told her earlier about the way he reacted to narcosis.
"I have to be awake, I get really ill from narcosis!" his voice worked against the pain his leg caused him, he wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He also knew it wouldn't help at all…
"I'll let the anesthesiologist know…" she winked at him.
I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
I know these two chapters might have been a bit slow reading, and not much action...
I'm sorry for that!
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