Malcolm
Thea was rolled into the room in a hospital bed.
Laurel smiled.
"How bad is it?"
The device sounded just like her voice.
Oliver sighed.
"I can't let you go out in the field."
She stared at him.
"I'm sorry."
"No."
"It's my decision. No."
"You're gonna pull the leader card?"
"Yeah, I am."
"I don't have to listen to you."
"I will forcibly keep you in the Bunker if I have to. I don't care what it takes to keep you safe."
"Screw you. I don't need you to protect me."
"Whether you like it or not, I'm your older brother. It's my job to protect you."
"It's my job to protect you." She mimicked.
He rolled his eyes.
"Do you know how much you sound like him right now?"
Oliver scoffed.
"I am so sick of guys. And their need to protect me. It's so annoying."
"Until you can run again, you're not coming out in the field."
"You think I need my legs to shoot an arrow? Or throw a sword?"
"These guys have guns, Thea. You're lucky you're not dead."
Thea rolled her eyes.
"Do not roll your eyes at me. I'm the only blood relative you got left. That actually gives a damn about you and your feelings."
"Funny way of showing it."
"You will not be able to change my mind. It's made up. You stay in the Bunker with Felicity. And that's the end of the discussion. Laurel will also be stuck in the Bunker until we get rid of Darhk."
"You're not the only one he's pulling out of the field."
"It could be you laying in this hospital bed right now. So, shut up."