Oliver Queen (vigilantearcher) wrote in youmakeitreal, @ 2014-10-13 15:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | laurel lance (worefishnets), oliver queen (vigilante_arrow) |
Oliver's eyes suddenly snapped open and he sat up with a gasp, his hand going to the IV and yanking it out, barely noticing the pain it caused. His chest rose and fell heavily and it was a moment before he felt John's hands against his shoulders, pushing him back against his pillows, "Take it easy Oliver." He said, trying to calm him down. "Welcome back." Oliver looked around, noticing that a part of the lair had been set up almost like a hospital room, obviously to keep Oliver there.
"How long have I been out?" He asked, reaching up with one hand to rub at his eyes, looking at John. "A few weeks." John said. "You were hurt pretty bad." He reminded him and Oliver winced, not wanting to think about just how close he'd come to dying. "Does Laurel know?" He asked softly. John didn't answer, instead he changed the subject which left Oliver wondering if Laurel did know what had happened to him. Did she know about the dreams he'd had while in the coma?
The first chance he got he left the lair and headed off to see Laurel, needing to know for sure, wanting to know if there was any chance she might have had them to. When he reached her place he knocked on the door.