(did we want to do the trip to the healers?)
"I know I did, stop picking on me," he whined a bit, but smiled. "My head hurts."
The mediwitches tugged at him one more time, but he finally gave in, feeling a little lightheaded again. So he laid back down on the table and closed his eyes, reaching back over for Meghan's hand, squeezing it gently.
Oliver knew he was going to be alright. He was always pretty loopy after a concussion, no matter how big or small it was. And he knew that deep down that they were going to be alright. Even though he technically wasn't allowed to, Oliver dozed off into a semi-coherent sleep, hoping that all of this would make more sense when his head was in it's right space.