"Lay her here and than you need to go," the Doctor informed the mask man, he than called in the night nurse. "Cut the custom off," he told her and than turned back to the mask man, "we need space and time, wait outside." He moved to wash up and was still barking orders over his shoulder.
It was a few hours, Laurel didn't know how many, she was knocked out and when she woke up, she sighed softly. She had been asking for Oliver, she wasn't sure which one it was, but one of them had saved her. The doctor wouldn't let anyone in for the moment, he wanted to make sure she was taken care of, nothing would be wrong, even had her on a beta!blocker so no clots would form in her veins.
Finally he stepped out to see who was there, it was early in the morning, everyone was tired. "She's asking for you."