Waiting. With need2speed and chloeas.
Oliver sat in one of the stiff-backed hospital chairs beside Mia's bedside, his eyes lingering on her still form. Emil had said she had a serious concussion and she was being kept at least overnight for observation. In addition to the head injury, she had numerous cuts and bruises. And while some part of him knew she'd been lucky--they'd all been damn lucky considering who they'd been up against--he also couldn't help but feel responsible for Mia's current condition. Frankly, if it hadn't been for Zatanna, he was fairly certain they would all be dead.
He forced himself to draw in a breath and let it out slowly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. She hadn't woken up yet, and he'd lost track of how long they'd been there. Hours, for certain. Bart had come and gone several times, checking in and going for food. He'd brought Chloe at least two cups of coffee so far and Oliver glanced over to where she was seated on the other side of Mia's bed, looking every bit as worried as he felt.
"Don't you get tired of dragging loved ones into this, Oliver?" Slade's words echoed in his mind and he shut his eyes for a moment, trying to drown them out. He wasn't wrong. Not by any means. The last thing he wanted was for the people he cared the most about to end up hurt because someone was trying to get to him.
But somehow that's exactly what kept happening.
He heard the faint rustle of movement and he quickly opened his eyes, gaze darting to Mia's face. He rose to his feet as he saw her eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Mia?"
(Posting order: Mia, Chloe, Ollie)
He forced himself to draw in a breath and let it out slowly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. She hadn't woken up yet, and he'd lost track of how long they'd been there. Hours, for certain. Bart had come and gone several times, checking in and going for food. He'd brought Chloe at least two cups of coffee so far and Oliver glanced over to where she was seated on the other side of Mia's bed, looking every bit as worried as he felt.
"Don't you get tired of dragging loved ones into this, Oliver?" Slade's words echoed in his mind and he shut his eyes for a moment, trying to drown them out. He wasn't wrong. Not by any means. The last thing he wanted was for the people he cared the most about to end up hurt because someone was trying to get to him.
But somehow that's exactly what kept happening.
He heard the faint rustle of movement and he quickly opened his eyes, gaze darting to Mia's face. He rose to his feet as he saw her eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Mia?"
(Posting order: Mia, Chloe, Ollie)