Trust Issues (An ARROW fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Chapter3

When Oliver awoke, he heard clicking. Light typing on a keyboard, going at a rather face pace. Felicity.

"Good morning sunshine". She said, without turning around in her chair. Or without ceasing to type for that matter.

"How long have I slept?"

"For a while now, we've been keeping an eye on you. You feeling alright?" She asked sympathetically, while standing in front of him. She quickly wipes her red eyes, Oliver notices and slowly looks down. Something had made her upset, the red eyes and runny makeup evidence of that.

"My head feels like it's been slammed into the concrete." He holds his head, moving annoyingly from side to side. He shields his eyes. The lighting in the foundry all of a sudden to bright.

"Considering you're a vigilante and all I would think you'd be used to the feeling, or at least have a blast from the past your early hangover days."

He ignores her, to tired for her ramblings today.

He tries to sit up only to have the floor come spiraling up at him. "Woah take it easy". Diggle catches him. He gasps sucking in a short breath of air as the stitches from last night's operation pull. Beginning to stretch his still healing skin.

Back on the gurney, Oliver nods to assure him he's okay. John hands him a granola bar and gatorade, whilst Oliver holds his head once again. Between felicity's rambling and Diggle's care taking there is just too much going on at this moment. Felicity sits back in her comfy office sized chair realizing his much needed desire for space.

He denies John's generous offer, the snack too nauseating for his non existing appetite. Diggle reassures him, reminding him he didn't eat in seventeen hours or so. He slowly takes nibbles force feeding himself, hating the coily taste of leftover blood and juice.

Diggle gives him a blanket to wrap around his shoulders.

"Thanks".

Digg leans against the desk eyeing oliver.

"You want to tell us what happened." Felicity spins around in her chair.

Oliver cracks his head from side to side. Wincing at the sore spot between his skull and spinal cord.

Diggle and Felicity wait in silence, impatiently.

"Not really".

He coughs.Then takes another sip of gatorade. The taste still bitter, but the coolness being poured down his dry sore throat, soothing.

He hangs his head down low, while tightly gripping each sides of the gurney.

He looks around the room."Where's Roy?"

"That kinda falls into the category of things you necessarily don't want to discuss right now." She said.

"Oliver we don't know, he came to drop you off here and ran for the hills," Diggle crouches down. " Listen man you gotta let us know what happened, you and Roy went to track down to get information on Malcolm and you come back bloody and bruised and Roy disappears. Fill in the blanks for me man."

Oliver almost caves, he said they were a team and they were but sometimes he just needed to handle things personally on his own. John was right though, sometimes he feels like her never left the island.

"Diggle I'm fine, I have to find Roy". He starts to stand. Digg moves in front of him, palms flashing.

"I checked at his house he's not home, and Oliver you need to relax. You can't go out there like this". Oliver sighs.

"Digg's right its not everyday you get poisoned and come close to death."

"What?"

"You may not remember but last night, you were in extreme pain. Diggle thought it could be poison. So we had barry do a lab test on a sample of your blood and your results came back. We found traces of batrachotoxin, which is also found in the poison dart frog. Which isnt suprising hence the name, you got shot with an arrow laced with this type of toxic poison. Barry tried to help come up with a solution but lucky for us we have magical island herbs. "

"Oliver If we didn't have them.." She took a deep breath,turning around in the chair, "you'd be dead.

They all sit in silence for a bit, replaying the last sentence. Oliver slowly took the information in, gripping the sides of the gurney once more.

He grabbed the bag with the arrowhead staring at it. "It was a female".

It wasn't a lot but it was something. Sharing was not Olivers strong suit, but forgetting he could have just died and getting back to work was one.

"Could it be possible that our lady archer is Nyssa, she is the only other one we know." Felicity adds.

"No, the league is after Merlyn. At least that's what Sarah tells me."

"Why dont we just let them know he's in town, they could help us out."Diggle suggested.

"You know we can't, the league is a sort of take no prisoners type of organization. We don't murder anyone. No matter what they've done." His mind goes to Tommy.

"We need Roy to fill in the blanks.Oliver you need to stay here I'll find roy and bring him back."

After ongoing and arguing for about thirty minutes, they came to the conclusion that Oliver was staying, Digg was going.

"Keep an eye on him". Diggle whispered.

Oliver hunched down into defeat.

He felt miserable if he was being honest with himself.He needed to get himself cleaned up. ..and find Roy before Diggle.

"Felicity I'm going to take a shower". He starts to stand feeling more balanced than before.

"You sure you can do that all by yourself", he gave her an uneasy look, and she spins around to quickly catch herself. "Not saying I would want to join you because that would be," she starts to smile a little, "Inappropriate". "But not saying I wouldn't because I'm your assistant and only girlfriend and doing it with diggle" She cleared her throat "Just saying if you need help because of you injuries or the poison and such I'm here to be of assistance."

"Thanks Felicity, but i'm fine."

"Let me guess you knew her from the island?" She says it with a hint of jealousy in her voice. The way she says (Island) implies he had a lot of friends or experiences come back to haunt them so far, which was true. Slade, Sarah, Mirikuru. Maybe not Sarah depending on who you asked. Oliver picked up on her tone.

He stops in his tracks and takes in a breathe.

He smiles. "Felicity I've been on an island for five years plants and animals tend to pop up on places like that so I've been through this type of thing before."

"Right". Then she goes back to typing. She said mentally slapping herself.

A couple of seconds passed, then minutes, than an half hour. She could hear the shower water still running. If helping him take a shower was inappropriate certainly catching him come out of one would be too.

She timidly knocks on the door. "Oliver, I'm coming in please cover yourself". She asked, shielding her eyes.

No response. "Oliver? She opens her eyes. Finally realizing he's not there. She shuts off the water, and quickly dialing diggs number.

"Felicity?"

"We have sort of a problem here".

"What type of problem"

"Oliver-"

"I think i just ran into our problem". He completes her sentence.