Seeing Her 1/?
Title: Seeing Her 1/?
Author: Calie
Summary: The title might change. After an accident Chloe and Oliver get to know each other in a different way and Oliver finds himself really seeing Chloe for the first time.
Rating: M or NC-17 (later)
Chloe carefully untapped the bandages over his stomach. It had been a three days since Clark had found Oliver’s body. He had been left for dead, and was very close to it. A doctor that Oliver kept on his payroll was able to bring him back. He removed two bullets from Oliver’s body. Oliver was also covered in numerous other bruises, but those were the least of his problems. After making sure he was stable, they had him transferred back to his place in Star City. It had been hard to keep his identity hidden, but somehow they had managed it.
As she cleaned the wound he groaned and moved his head to the side. They had kept him on a pretty high dosage of pain killers over the past couple of days, which had kept him unconscious. Just a couple of hours ago she limited his dosage of the pain killer as the doctor had instructed. He seemed to be coming around.
“Chloe.”
She turned at the familiar voice. “Clark, you don’t have to keep making these trips from Metropolis to Star City. A phone call would have done.”
“I just wanted to check on you.” He walked forward and kneeled next to her.
“I thought it was Oliver you were checking on?” She grinned at him and turned back to her charge.
“Well yea. But he seems to be fine. You’re the one up day and night taking care of him. You didn’t have to do this. I mean you’ve taken off of work. How long are you going to be able to keep this up?”
“I don’t know. But who else is going to do this? Certainly not any of you. You’re to busy saving the world. The other guys?” Chloe snorted. “I can’t see them playing nurse maid.” Lois was worried for Oliver too, and offered her help. But Chloe couldn’t see Lois flying all the way out there for her old flame. After all, she was committed to Clark now and her job at the Daily Planet. “Besides, Mr. Queen is paying for my price of travel and food. He just doesn’t know it yet.”
Clark had no doubt Oliver would take care of her. It was Chloe who was able to pin point his location when they lost contact. “But you’re okay right? You’re not getting to tired?”
“No. This parts easy; it’s when he starts waking up that he’ll become a pain. The doctor said that by tonight he should be lucid.” Chloe began putting another bandage of the wound.
Clark laughed and stood up. “I can only imagine. He probably is the worst kind of patient.”
Chloe nodded thoughtfully. “I just wish-.”
“Don’t Chloe.” He interrupted her. “The fact that you even had the ability to heal was just by chance. This is the way you were supposed to be.” Her silence spoke volumes. “He’s okay. So he’ll be laid up for a while, he’ll get over it.”
“What about next time.” Oliver winced in his sleep as she taped the bandage.
“Oliver knows the chances he takes. He knows that one day it might be his last.” But there would be no making her feel better. “I’ve got to get back. I took my lunch.”
Chloe nodded but didn’t look at him.
“Let me know if you need anything. Or if you need someone to knock him back out if he becomes a pain in the ass when he wakes up.” She snorted at his comment. “Good luck.”
“Thanks.” Chloe turned and looked up at him. “I’ll need it.”
Chloe had been sleeping in his extra room, but that night she slept next to his bed in a chair. There was a strong chance he would wake up, and she had to make sure he didn’t try to get up. The doctor would be by in the morning to unhook him from everything, in the mean time she had to keep him settled. She slept off and on that night. The beeping in his room was enough to keep her awake, but she knew it was nervousness at his waking that had her so restless. It was just by luck that as she was changing his bandages again that he woke.
At first he started coughing and tired to sit up, but she pushed him back down. Luckily, he was too weak to fight her. “Shhh. Oliver, its Chloe. Calm down.” He pushed her hands away and she was forced to grab his hands and press her upper body over his. Holding him down was harder then she thought it would be. “Ollie.” His eyes opened and green eyes were looking back at her.
“Chloe.” Oliver said, but just speaking hurt.
“Hold on.” Chloe grabbed the glass of water she had waiting for him. “Let me help you lift your head up. Take a small sip.” She slid her hand behind his head and lifted it up. He lipped from his slowly and then nodded. She put the cup on the bed stand and turned back to him. “You were shot twice, three days ago. Along with numerous other bruises. Your doctor got the bullets out, and you should be okay. But you’re going to have to wait until the morning before you can get up.”
Oliver sighed and closed his eyes. He remembered getting shot, lying there, and bleeding out. When he opened his eyes she was still looking at him. “How did I get out?” He whispered.
“Clark. I finally was able to locate you and he flew in and got you out. Look, don’t move okay? You were shot in your stomach here.” Chloe touched the bandaged area softly. “And your leg.” She touched the upper part of his thigh.
Oliver growled to himself. It would be a while before he would be able to get out there again. It would take months before he was back to his old strength. Not only was he shot, but he could only imagine what lying in that bed for so long was going to do to him.
She could see the anger building up in him as he thought in silence. “Stop. I know what you’re doing. There’s nothing you can do about this now. You’re going to have to be patient. Just be grateful you weren’t shot in the arm.”
She had a point. That would have really thrown him off for a while. He would have been no good at shooting his bow with a wounded arm. For the moment he forgot about his current position and looked at her. “What are you doing here?”
For a moment she blushed. Se knew he would question her presence there, especially since she was all the way in Star City, by herself. “Unless you wanted the whole world questioning your current disposition you had limited options for a care taker. Don’t worry though, you’ll get my bill.” He laughed, but then winced. “Sorry, no more jokes. But your credit cards have been feeding me.”
“I don’t care.” At least someone was there with him. There weren’t many people he would trust to watch over him for three days while he was unconscious.
“How do you feel?”
“My head hurts and my body feels like shit.” Oliver shifted slightly but winced in pain.
“Try to go back to sleep.” She began straitening the sheet around him. “I know it’s hard, but the rest will do you some good.”
“I’ve been sleeping for three days.” He watched her fuss over his blankets and return back to her chair.
“Just close your eyes.” He did so but she could see that he was irritated. Chloe moved off her chair and sat on the side of his bed.
Her fingers pressed gently against his temples and rubbed gently. Oliver frowned. “I guess I’m going to have to start paying you more.”
“I could use some new clothes.” He laughed and she could see him tense in pain again. “Sorry, sorry. I won’t be funny anymore.” They were silent then. His breathing slowed and when she was sure he was asleep she stood up slowly. For a few moments she stared down at him. As pitiful as he looked he still looked beautiful. With a shake of her head she turned and left the room. She’d treat herself to a shower, a quick snack, and then return back to his room.