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Day 28: You’re Like, Really Pretty
Oliver drowsily opened his eyes. He was met with a familiar face. Her hair was down, which was odd but not bad. He squinted trying to get a better look at her. She jumped at the sight of him and started to talk, but it was too fast. Oliver frowned and shook his head.
“You’re talking too fast,” he said.
She frowned deeply at that.
“It’s okay,” Oliver reassured. He grabbed her hand that was resting on the bed. He gave her a little smile. “You’re like, really pretty.”
Felicity turned bright red at that. He registered her thanking him, but then she went fuzzy again.
…
Felicity and Diggle had found Oliver unconscious in the warehouse district with what looked to be an injured leg and he had a massive welt on his head. They figured he probably had a concussion, nothing new. The doctor refused to give any information to people who weren’t family, but Thea was in Europe and Moira, well Moira was no longer.
Felicity ended up using her loud voice while Digg stood silently behind her with his massive arms crossed. After that, they were updated every time a nurse or doctor came to check on Oliver. Which was often, because he was still unconscious, and they were worried. They didn’t pay much attention to his leg.
So, when Oliver moaned next to her after like four hours, she turned expecting him to be dreaming like the past six pained noises from him. After the first three, the nurses gave him some pain medication. So, she was shocked to see his blue eyes squinting at her.
“Oliver! Oh, thank God you’re awake. We were really worried. You definitely have a concussion. Which isn’t new but—”
He cut her off with a mumbled, “Yurr taking too loud.”
Her face immediately turned upside down.
Then he was grabbing for her hand and patting it. “”s ohhkey,” he slurred.
Just then, Diggle came back from the cafeteria. Oliver didn’t register Diggle. He beamed at Felicity, biggest smile she’d ever seen on his face. “You’re like, really pretty,” and for some reason that came out perfect.
Digg coughed and Felicity blushed bright red. “Thanks,” her words were hesitant.
Oliver slurred something else. Just her luck he perfectly complimented her but freaking slurred everything else. Digg went to get a nurse and Felicity tried to keep Oliver awake.
He waved her away. “Your too loud,” he grumbled. He giggled a little before he added, “But still pretty.”
Felicity bit her lip. Where was this coming from?
Oliver closed his eyes, but Felicity squeezed his hand hard. Oliver groaned. “Oliver, stay awake.”
Oliver tilted his head and frowned. “I am?”
“Awake?” Felicity asked just as confused.
“Yeah?” he seemed to question his question. Like he was asking if he was supposed to ask this.
“Oliver,” Felicity called back. He opened his eyes and stared intently at her. Diggle came back with a nurse who took his vitals.
“She’s pretty, right?” Oliver asked.
The nurse raised her eyebrows. “Your girlfriend?” she asked.
Felicity flushed bright red. Digg coughed on a laugh.
“She is?!” Oliver looked at Felicity with wide, excited eyes.
Felicity slouched into herself. “Why me?” she whispered to herself.
“Felic—” he couldn’t say her name. He fumbled it a few times before shaking his head. He sighed deeply, smiled big at her and said, “Hi.”
Diggle couldn’t hold it in and burst into cackles. Felicity glared his way, but the nurse joined Diggle. “The doctor is on their way. You won’t have to wait long. You gave us quite the scare, Mr. Queen.”
Oliver nodded distractedly. His eyes roamed from the nurse to Digg. Oliver squinted like he needed glasses. “Digg!” he chirped happily.
Diggle smirked. “Good drugs, Oliver?” Digg asked.
“Yeah!” Oliver giggled.
Felicity finally joined the laughter. She kind of liked high Oliver.