I'm gonna get straight to the story here...
"Where have been, Sin!?" Roy asked her.
"Busy," was her answer. Then she continued, "are you still the Arrow's delivery boy? Where did you get the costume?"
Roy sat up slowly, careful of his injuries, "it's not a costume. And I'm his partner, not his'delivery boy' or whatever you called me. And now that we're here, let's go!"
"Wait," Sin grabbed Roy's arm, "I have one question to ask you." She said.
"Okay, what do you want to know because I can guarantee that..."
Sin cut him off, "Where is Sara?"
Roy froze and Sin repeated herself, "where is Sara!?"
AT THE LAIR...
Oliver, Thea and Felicity made it back to the foundry just in time to see Roy come out from behind the bar, carrying with him a bottle of blood-red coloured alcohol. Thea leaned over to Oliver and said to him, "Do you think he's drunk?"
"Why would he be drunk?" Lyla asked as she and Diggle came from downstairs.
"I don't know, why don't you ask him!" Thea said, now aware that everyone in the room knows she was there. Including a drunk Roy.
"Thea?" He asked as he looked up with tired eyes, "What are you doing here?" His words slow and dragging out of his mouth in a muffled tone.
Thea opened her mouth to say something, but a very noisy Laurel rushed into Verdant.
"Ollie! Ollie...!" she stopped herself from saying anything more as she saw the scenario before her.
"Hey, Laurel!" Roy said, "sup girlfriend!?"
Everyone stared at him with blank faces. And Thea tried not to laugh.
"Come on, Roy," Lyla tried to reason with the drunk boy, "let's go downstairs and get you changed."
Oliver looked over at Felicity and said the same thing to her. Together, Oliver and Felicity went downstairs and he helped to clean up her wounds.
...
Felicity needed help to clean her wounds which were all over her body. The only thing that made her a bit uncomfortable about it, was, Oliver was the only other one there! She got all girly and felt like she was a girl in high school, who was nervous to be near a boy who was a friend who she liked.
Oliver was over at his workbench, sharpening his arrows. Felicity was just watching him for a few minutes, before her head started spinning and she felt like she was going to pass-out. She immediately ran to her chair and collapsed in it. Oliver saw the scene unfold before him as he finished on his last arrow.
"FELICITY!" He shouted. He ran over to her and looked at the cuts on her arms. He frowned, "is this all there is?"
Felicity shook her head, "No, there are more."
"Where?" Oliver asked, "you need to clean them!"
Felicity blushed, "There is more on my stomach and chest. But I can't do it myself, can you call Laurel or someone?"
Oliver stares at her pale face, thinking about who he can call to help. Deep in thought, Oliver doesn't realize Felicity standing and walking to get her phone. She was walking so quietly that he didn't realize she even was wearing her high-heals. It was so quiet in the foundry, until it wasn't. It happened so quickly, Felicity fell to the ground, Oliver literally bolted to her, screaming her name, praying for her to answer him. The only thing they both remember was blood. A lot of blood.
...
He couldn't think of what to do next. He felt an emotion that he hasn't felt in a long time, scared. But he didn't know why, she was fine, she was safe, but he was scared!
Scared for her safety, scared for the rest of the teams safety when the man who captured her come again. They haven't yet figured out why it was, or who he was working for, but they know it has something to do with Sara. M.M. They were the initials, they were his initials. They all assumed it was Malcolm Merlyn, but they hadn't gotten the chance to ask Felicity yet. After all, she saw his face...
TO BE CONTINUED...