Felicity POV
"Felicity, is all this from the crash?" He brushed aside a strand of my hair revealing what I assumed to be a nasty cut on my forehead. His eyes trailed down the cuts on my face, over to my swollen wrist, and ended at the makeshift wrap on my calf.
"Not exactly. Let's just say the island is not so great at throwing welcoming parties." Sarcasm thickly coated my voice as his eyes continued to study my injuries like works of art.
"I know what you mean," Oliver agreed. He obviously was talking about his five years he had spent in hell.
"This must suck," I blurted out. "Being stuck on an island again. I've never heard of a person getting stranded on a deserted island two times in one lifetime. The Guinness Book of World Records may be calling you when we get back."
"At least I'm not alone this time." He shifted his gaze down on my eyes.
"I thought you technically weren't alone last time?" My think before you speak filter was apparently turned off today. I was officially as smooth as a cactus.
"Yes, I guess that is technically true. I still felt alone though," he replied looking at me as if I missed the point. He broke eye contact and reached his hand behind his back. "Oh I forgot, I found these near your glasses." A pair of muddy black flats resided in his hand. A smile lit up on my face as I took the shoes. My feet would no longer be exposed to the great unknown.
"You are a life saver!" I exclaimed placing each shoe on the corresponding foot. He gave me a half smile before going into a trance that looked like he was in deep thought
"We should probably head back to the beach. It's going to get dark soon and who knows what kind of predators reside here. I can build a fire to get us through the night," he finally said after a minute of silence.
"Okay, we need to be careful though. I've already ran into Teen Wolf once and I'd rather not see him again."
"Teen Wolf? Wait are you telling me you saw a wolf?" Oliver asked astounded.
"Yeah. I was this close to becoming a four coarse meal," I answered holding my index finger and thumb a few centimeters away from each other.
"Felicity...how did you...?"
"Well I asked super nicely and he left me alone," I raised an eyebrow. "No, I was going to try and stab the thing. I had fallen on a rock which rendered me unconscious and rewarded me with a broken wrist. When I woke up it was right in front of my face. I was going to attempt to stab it with the makeshift stick weapon I made, but a loud noise distracted it. It wound up going to investigate the noise instead of eating me."
"Thank God you're okay," he managed to get out.
"As long as this doesn't end like Liam Neeson in The Grey I'm good." That movie had a horrible ending and had a similar premise to our situation.
"Can you walk?" He asked hinting at my calf.
"Yeah I can manage."
"Let's get going then. If you've seen one wolf, there is probably a pack somewhere on this island. I'd rather not get stuck in the darkness with a pack of wolves breathing down my neck," he instructed.
"Can't argue with that," I agreed. We headed out with Oliver taking he lead. I was able to make it halfway before all the pain and exhaustion caught up with me. It was too much for me to bare.
"Oliver hold up," I gasped. I rested against the trunk of a tree and let out a sharp breath.
"Felicity are you okay? Can you keep going?" He questioned through a voice heavy with worry.
"Yeah, yeah. I just need a second," I choked out hoarsely. I closed my eyes for a second and took a few deep breaths. With out any warning I was lifted off my feet. I found myself placed against Oliver's chest as he carried me bridal style.
"Oliver what are you doing!?" I shouted startled.
"I'm not going to watch you struggle along Felicity. You are in a lot of pain. You shouldn't be walking." He began walking in the direction of our destination.
"You're in pain too," I noted seeing his face scrunch up. I felt his suck in a sharp breath.
"I've had worse," he replied closing the subject. He wasn't going to let me win, I could see it in his eyes.
By the time we reached the beach, the sun had began to set. Oliver set me down gently on the rock where I had left the suitcase.
"You need medical attention," he said looking at my exposed calf. My make shift cardamom wrap had fell off exposing my severely burned calf.
"You don't have to tell me twice. Sadly I don't think there is a doctor on the island," I remarked curious as to where he was going with this.
"There should be a first aid kit on the jet. Do you think you would be able to gather up some driftwood and some rocks? While you are doing that, I'll see if I can hunt down the kit." His hand found its way on gave it a gentle squeeze as he awaited an answer.
"Yeah, of course! I can manage for a few minutes," I answered giving him a compliant nod.
"I'll be back in just a few. Be careful, okay?" His pleading eyes awaited an answer awaited an answer once more.
"Careful is my middle name. Well actually its Megan, but I've told you that before. Speaking of being careful, you need to watch out when you climb onto the jet. From where it broke in half there is a lot of sharp edges," I remembered.
"Thanks for the heads up." He then gave my hand one last squeeze as he took off towards the jet.
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Oliver Pov
When I arrived at the jet, I saw exactly what Felicity was talking about. I took a second trying to find an alternate way onto the jet. I decided to climb up the nose of the jet and carefully crawl in through the broken window.
Landing safely in the cockpit, I began my search. I found a few bottles of water, a glass of champagne, and a couple bags of various chips. Next I found the first aid kit still in one piece. I gathered a few more supplies, I headed back with a decent load. Arriving back at the beach, Felicity had started to arrange the rocks she gathered into a circle. A pile of driftwood lay adjacent to the rocks.
"Hey," I greeted. She looked up and I watched a smile spread across her beaten face. She could make the worst situation better.
"Find anything?" She inquired. She placed the last rock down finishing the circle.
"I did. I found some food, water, medical supplies, blankets, and a few other useful things we can use."I laid all the items I had found out in the sand.
"Champagne? Oliver I don't think now is a good time to be drinking." She picked up the bottle and gave me a quizzical look.
"That's not the use I had in mind for it. I figured it would be good fuel for the fire." A look of realization spread across her face.
"Oh, that's super smart actually. I probably wouldn't have even thought of that," she admitted setting the champagne back down in the sand. After sorting the supplies, I finished building the fire. Felicity began snacking on a bag of chips as she sat on one of the blankets I had found. With the fire blazing, I grabbed the med kit and brought it over to Felicity. I popped the lid open and found a pack of alcohol wipes.
"This is probably going to sting," I apologized. "Here, squeeze this if you need to." I offered my hand to help her though the pain.
"Thanks," she whispered gratefully. I started with the cut on her hairline. As soon as the wipe made contact with her wound she sucked in a sharp breath and squeezed my hand tightly. My eyes darted to hers to find her already looking at me. I noticed the close proximity of our faces and I knew she did too.
Kiss her! Think of the way her lips would feel on yours. How it would feel to breath her in. You've wanted her for awhile now. Admit it! You've told yourself you couldn't have her. That she would never truly love you for who you really are. What if you are wrong? My brain screamed at me.
No, I can't. I just can't.
Can't or wont?
I broke eye contact and pulled my face back slightly. She noticed and averted her eyes to stare at the fire. Shaking off the tension, I worked my way down her face. She seemed to grow used to the sting of the alcohol and stopped squeezing my hand. I moved to her swollen wrist next. I made her a make shift cast out of a roll of elastic bandage wrap. The final matter was the one I was the most worried about. The burn on her leg. I cleaned out the debree that had slipped under her former bandage and applied a burn ointment I found in the med kit. I finished up with a wrap consisting of gauze and the elastic bandage. She took a few ibuprofen for the pain.
"I did something stupid on the jet," she randomly blurted out.
"What do you mean?" I asked wondering what caused her to randomly bring this up.
"I woke up on the jet before it crashed. You didn't have your seat belt on, so I unbuckled mine and buckled you up. The jet shifted after that and I wound up getting separated from you."
"Why would you do that?" I asked confused. "You could have died."
"Yeah well I could have died in my seat too. You were in danger Oliver. As you once said, there was no choice to make," she answered causing my heart to wrench slightly in my chest.
"Well I don't know how to thank you," I responded. You could kiss her! My brain urged.
"You could start by getting us off this island," she joked as she let out a yawn.
"Why don't you get some sleep. I'll take first watch." With a nod, she laid down and quickly drifted off to sleep.