Who: Chloe Sullivan and Oliver Queen What: Fixing things? When: Wednesday morning Where: Med Bay/Watchtower Warnings: The usual, angst. Status: Complete
She couldn't take her eyes off him. Ever since they arrived and he was settled into a room, she had had her hand wrapped around his good one and she'd been watching him to make sure he was still breathing.
Zatanna had teleported them there, thankfully she had been able to do so without moving him much and he had gotten medical care almost instantly. From what they had told her, there were only some cuts and bruises aside from his broken wrist, and while his ribs were in one piece, there was a lot of bruising in the area too, so they had given him some pain killers so that he would sleep off the worst of it.
Still, even if she knew it wasn't life threatening, she knew it was all her fault. Worst, she remembered every single shove, every single punch. She remembered the feel of his bones breaking under her touch. Most of all, she remembered everything she had said to him and she was terrified of how much that had hurt him.
With a deep breath, she stood up from the chair she'd pulled up to his bedside and gently brushed her fingers over his hair. She wanted to make up for him, she just needed to know how he felt so she could figure out what to do.