Oliver Queen is tired of living on an island. (thehood) wrote in shipsahoy,
He had to be sedated and restrained to keep him from going into the room to see her. He was panicked and wracked with guilt. The next thing that he knew, he was waking up in his own bed on the ship. He had no idea what had happened with Laurel. Maybe it could have been a dream. But he wasn't taking that chance.
Oliver made his way to the med way as soon as he'd woken up. It was around 3 am or so, and then he went to wait outside her room. They wouldn't let her in, and he didn't want to be sedated again. He had to trust that they were doing what was best for her. Laurel had to be okay. Oliver couldn't handle losing her too.
He nodded his head when the doctor told him she was asking for him. He must have sat there for what seemed like an eternity, just waiting for someone to tell him something. If she was asking for him, that was a good sign. And this ship seemed to have technology that was beyond any he'd ever seen. They had saved a lot of people who seemed to be on the brink of death. Hopefully Laurel was no exception.
He walked into the room, a half smile on his face. She was alive, he'd gotten her there in time. It might be a long road to recovery but she would recover. He wanted to ask her what happened, who was responsible. He wanted to know who had done this to her. But she didn't need to be bombarded with questions right now.
"Hey." He said. "How are you feeling?" That was the most important.