Chapter 2
Diggle brought the lamp over from the desk to give them more light.
"Can we give him something for the pain"?
Diggle smirked, "You still have a lot more to learn about your boss". He said, snapping on the white latex gloves.
"I know Oliver's stubborn like really stubborn," she used her hands for emphasis " but at a time like this it looks like he could really use it. It's not everyday you get into a fight with a shredder."
Diggle couldn't help but smirk again, this time thinking about turtles."Well it's just the way he is now, being on that island changed him".
Diggle started with the small cuts on the left side of his chest. They weren't deep just a tad above the skin. " Digg can we keep talking so you know i won't," she gagged, "puke".
"Of course just breathe Felicity, I'm almost finished with the small ones." He carefully bandaged them up, moving his way toward the medium sized slit in his shoulder. The Arrowhead still buried in his shoulder, diggle began to probe and insert his medical tweezers.
"You think Roy's going to be okay?" She wiped the sweat from his brow.
"I think Roy is fine physically but mentally he's in just a bad shape as Oliver."
He began to slowly pull the sharp object out, carefully avoiding the surrounding tissue. He remained calm and careful, refusing to aggravate the sensitive area even more.
Once it was out, Diggle began to sterilize the needle and move it to the skin around the wound.
As soon as he began Oliver winced and frantically moved around on the floor. His expression painful.
"Digg-" .John knew he had been through worse than this. Felicity also knew, but that didn't necessarily make it easier.
"He'll be fine felicity" Diggle couldn't make clean precisions with him thrashing around and about, but he wanted to respect his friends decision, so no pain relief.
Felicity grabbed the precautionary needle nearby,and forcefully injected it into his vein. She then brushed his hair, rubbing and soothing the red area.
"When he wakes up just be sure to let him know you stabbed him with that morphine."
"Will do". She smiled. If it was one person he'd be the least mad at its felicity.
The morphine wouldn't kick in till about fifteen minutes from now, so if Oliver was passed out it was due to the pain. Which John was grateful for.
"Annndd we're done". He knotted the black thread, and put the utensils away. Bagging the tip of the arrowhead he threw it on the desk.
A wave of relief washed over felicity. She was finally able to let out the breath, she'd been holding in for awhile.
He was stable for now. They'd watch him until he woke up. He looked more relaxed now, comfortable. A sign the morphine was doing its job.
Diggle and Felicity washed their clothes and hands removing all traces of Oliver's blood from them.
It was getting late. Diggle briefly checked his wristwatch.
"Felicity I can handle him, why don't you go home you look like you're about to pass out."
She held back a yawn. "I'm fine Digg, I want to make sure he's okay."
"You sure"?
She nodded.
"We might as well get something to eat, If we're both staying here."
"Sure, what's open this late?"
"I would kill for a burger?" Diggle's stomach growled on cue.
"The big belly ones?"
He smiled.
"You know, what they should be open twenty four hours or at least have a drive through for nights like these." She said.
"Nights like these?" he asked, as he folded his arms.
"You know those nights where you have to patch up your boss, who's also a vigilante and you haven't eat lunch since four". She smiled, as if it were a typical night. "Those type of nights".
"Better than eating lunch at two with Oliver and I'm pretty sure he hasn't eaten since either". Diggle looked worried.
"I'll tell Carly to take your late night drive-thru ideas into consideration," He added, trying to help lighten the mood.
"So what will we be having, since big belly's is out the window.
"I can go home, I made some lasagna last night, I mean that is if you don't mind leftovers? "
"Diggle the chef?"
"I wouldn't call chef material but it's edible".
"That will do. anything's better than starving."
"Will you be okay watching over him?"
"I'm fine Digg".
"I'll be back with the food, keep an eye on him."
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"Felicity!"
"Whoa huh? Oliver?" She quickly adjusted her glasses, totally forgetting where she was for the moment.
"Get Diggle!Ahhhrrgghh". His breathing increased roughly. His hands clenched tightly against his chest.
"Digg!" She screamed.
Diggle shot up, running towards Oliver.
Oliver's head shot back in agony. Eyes clasped tight. Teeth clenched even tighter.
"Let me see, man. Where's the most pain?"
"Everywhere just get me the herbs". He spoke in a winded breath.
"Got it.".
Diggle gave him the island herbs while tilting his head upward to drink. He chokes , struggling to get the bitter medicine down. Then thankfully he passes out again.
"Okay now I'm officially ten times more worried. What was that?" She asked, wiping the fluid from his mouth.
Both hands on the desk he shook his head."Poison Felicity, I can't entirely be sure but I think someone poisoned oliver."
"How do you know?"
"I can't be sure without a blood sample to test. Back when I was in the military, I was stationed a lot of places. Places with a lot of poisonous animals, plants and such. They teach you how to identify the type and some of the basic side effects."
"So what is it and what type of antidote do we need"? She literally jumps into her computer chair, firing up the search engine. She looks toward Diggle but he's stiff.
He turns with his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable.
They both stared at their friend, silently praying he would be okay.