Survive - Arrow Fanfiction

Chapter Twelve

Olivia carefully scans the forest but all remains still. Her heart is pounding against her chest, and though she aches to check on Slade, she cannot afford to be caught unaware again. She's certain that the bastard was alone. If he had backup then they would have had the perfect opportunity to kill her by now.

She curses herself. This is her fault. Again.

If she hadn't of run off Slade would be safe and not possibly bleeding out on cold ground in this stupid forest. She's everything that he's said she is. An impulsive spoilt brat that doesn't think about the consequences of her actions. If she had only stayed and worked through their awkward situation then none of this would have happened. Instead she did what she wanted and somebody has gotten hurt because of her again .

Sara, her dad, her mom, Thea, Tommy, Laurel, Mr Lance. And now Slade. Tears sting her eyes. She didn't mean for any of this to happen. People die because of her. But she will be damned if she let's Slade be one of them.

She puts the gun in the waistband of her battered jeans and runs back to Slade. Falling to her knees, Olivia bites her lip to stop the sob that threatens to tear through her throat as she notices his shallow breathing. There's so much blood. With shaking hands, she quickly takes off her jacket and pulls her vest over her head. She presses it to the wound and puts pressure on it. She has no idea if she's doing the right thing but she's pretty sure that she saw it in a movie once.

"Oh my God please don't die!" she whispers in panic as the material blooms red.

"I'm not going to die," Slade grits out, and Olivia has to swallow her scream. He groans and sucks in a labored breath. "Are you hurt?"

Olivia shakes her head. "Don't worry about me. Tell me what to do."

Forcing his eyes open, Slade blinks and struggles to focus on her. "The shooter?"

"He's dead," Olivia spits.

Slade looks at her, his eyes hardening. "Ease up on the pressure. I'm fine."

"You're not fine! You were just shot!"

"In the shoulder. Nowhere important." Slade clenches his teeth and slowly sits up.

"What are you doing?! Stay still!"

Slade groans, a harsh guttural sound that has her on edge. "We can't stay here. There could be more of them," he says shortly. With gentle hands he pushes hers away and slowly pulls her vest away. He hisses, but Olivia is far too preoccupied with his blood staining her hands. It's a sight she never wants to see again. "The bullet's still inside of me. You're going to have to - where are your clothes?"

Olivia frowns in confusion and quickly looks down at herself and immediately flushes. Her top half is completely bare apart from her bra. She scrambles for her coat thanking every deity that she knew that she had at least put it on this morning. Cheeks burning, she does not look at him as she puts it back on. "I needed something to control the bleeding," she says defensively.