Chapter 11: Awakening

It had been hours in the car by the time they had reached the Blood Haven hospital, and in that time Thea had convinced Roy to get checked out when they got there, she whispered something about needing to be able to use his leg as 'leverage' and as his eyes bulged and he looked away from Walter's knowing gaze he nodded emphatically. So when they arrived Walter ran to reception to get news while Sin went to get Roy a wheel chair.

"Abercrombie, your chariot awaits"

He glared but sat anyway. He was rushed into an MRI to make sure there was no internal bleeding, but it appeared as though Digg had stitched him up as well as any doctor could have. When he was done with the MRI the nurse showed him and Thea to Oliver's room,

"Normally it's only one visitor at a time, but since there are 3 patients in here," she glanced at Roy a moment, "make that 4, I figure it's all right for you to all be in here."

Thea rushed to Oliver's bedside where Walter was already moving a chair for her to sit. Roy turned to Sin who was chatting with Sara. "It was just a flesh wound... A deep flesh wound. The sword went all the way through, but it didn't hit any organs, I've had much worse, I'll be up and around in no time."

"Will it hurt if I hug you."

Sara didn't respond, she just grabbed the young girl into a bear hug and held her tight and then whispered in her ear, "I told you I just had to go see a friend, I'm back now and I'm not going anywhere."

"Eh hmm," Roy didn't want to interrupt, but he could tell if Thea didn't get answers soon she would explode, "what about?" He let the question hang as his eyes moved from Sara's to Oliver's sleeping form.

"Well, for starters, they gave him ALOT of drugs. Lots of cuts and scraped, 3 broken ribs, and a broken nose. His knee was shattered, leg broken in 3 places. Not going to just walk this one off like last time." Their eyes met briefly and he looked back to Oliver, guilt etched all over his face. "They prepped him for surgery while we we were on the chopper and took him straight in. He woke up about 30 minutes ago screaming for Felicity, the nurse moved him there and shot him up with more drugs, he should be out for a while."

It was Walter's voice that broke through next, dripping with concern, "and what happened to Felicity?"

Sara met his eyes and then turned to look at Oliver's sleeping form, "blunt force trauma to the head and a gash to the arm that nicked an artery. She lost a lot of blood, had swelling on the brain. He saved her, he stopped the bleeding, did some field dressings. She went straight into surgery too. They drilled a couple of burr holes to relieve the pressure and stitched up her arm. They don't know if she'll wake up." she paused for a moment, moving on to explain why all 3 of them were in the same room, "Even with the drugs the only way they could get Ollie to calm down was to put them next to each other so he could hold her hand. Even after the drugs when his whole body went limp, the nurse tried to separate them but his grip on her was too strong. They let me stay in here with them when I threatened to leave if the didn't."

… …. …

2 days later Felicity finally opened her eyes. It was slow at first as they fluttered open, it was so bright, and there was something hard pressed up against her. Oliver. He was draped across her body, holding her hands in his, with his head resting on her belly. Her voice failed her as she croaked out, "Am I dead, is this heaven?"

Oliver's head shot up in an instant, "your awake!"

"Yeah, and you drool."

He let out a laugh in relief, she was alive, and she was still his Felicity, the witty blond he had been too stubborn to love the way he wanted to. Without another word his lips crashed into hers. As she lifted her arm to run her hand through his hair she cried out in pain. He froze and pulled back, quickly checking her arm to make sure she didn't pop a stitch. At the look of terror on his face she let the babel loose, "at least I know this isn't just another dream, not that I dream of you kissing me, or cuddling me. Dear God will my mouth ever just behave!" Turning beat red she took a breath, "3...2...1"

He lightly caressed her shoulder with one hand while hitting the call button with the other, he needed to know she was going to be okay. He crossed the room to allow the Doctors to check her brain function and explain her injuries, but as soon as the staff left the room it was his turn to explain and he was dreading it.

"Oliver, what happened? Where's Laurel, was Malcolm there? Did you kill Slade? And what about-"

The questions were running out of her mouth at lightening speed, he cut her off, not knowing if he could handle a certain question he was sure would be the next off of her tongue. "Laurel is fine, you saved her."

She opened her mouth to protest but he glared and continued speaking, "yes, you saw Malcolm, after you tried to inject Slade with the Serum Malcolm shot him with a cure arrow. They fought long enough for me to tackle Slade and for Laurel to escape. Malcolm was shot in the chest and was unconscience at first but somehow he is fine, he went back for Thea after the fight. He saved your life, he helped me bandage your wounds, stop the bleeding. Roy and Sara were hurt and came her to the hospital with us, but they were both released within a few hours, they'll be 100% in a few days. Sin and Thea stayed out of trouble, thanks to Malcolm, who disappeared right after the fight. The league members are all gone as well.

Slade is dead. Really dead. You saved my life by giving me that sword, I ran it through his heart and Deadshot shot him in the head. He is gone for good. All the Mirikuru soldiers are dead. Well, almost, we cured Isobel and she was taken into custody." He smiled at her sadly, hoping that would be enough information to keep her brain spinning for hours. It wasn't.

"What about Digg?"