Complications with dl_greenarrow

[chloeas]

As promised, Chloe had gone to bed once she had gotten tired, it didn't mean, however that she was going to be able to sleep. The events of the night still playing in her head, and she wished she could stop thinking about Oliver and his lips and his arms and... she sighed deeply and turned her head, pressing it against the pillow

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[thekentboy]

"Chloe." Clark called urgently as he set Oliver down, having tripped over the cord for the lamp that stood next to the couch in his hurry to get the other man into a comfortable position, "Chloe, it's us, Oliver is hurt."

[dl_greenarrow]

Oliver groaned as he laid his head back against the sofa. "Don't wake her," he grumbled.

[chloeas]

She dropped the can to the floor and reached to turn on the lights in the living room then rushed to their side, her heart speeding at Clark's words and looking between the two, gasping when she saw Oliver's arm, "what happened?"

[thekentboy]

"He got shot." He said, his jaw tightening as he looked down at Oliver, "I didn't get there fast enough..." Clark shook his head and looked back at Chloe, "I have to go back and try to find them, will you-"

[dl_greenarrow]

"Waking you," he responded, blinking a few times to keep her image in focus. "Need your sleep." He swallowed hard.

[chloeas]

"I'll be okay, Oliver, just relax," Chloe sighed and shook her head, reaching for a pillow and propping his head up on it then looking at his pants, "do you mind if I..." she knew he was weak and probably wouldn't care, but she wanted to ask, just in case.

[dl_greenarrow]

A faint grin tugged at his lips. "Please. Be my guest."

[chloeas]

Chloe winced a little at his words but shook her head, reaching for his pants but pausing, taking a deep breath and hoping he was wearing something underneath them.

Hesitantly, she popped the button open then the zipper, sighing in relief when she saw the green silk of his boxers, she nodded to herself and looked up at him, "can you lift your hips a little?" The leather was pretty much glued to his skin.

[dl_greenarrow]

"Always stay with you." He opened his eyes once more, not sure if she was really there at all or if he was simply imagining her. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and confusion. He blinked slowly, feeling the insistent tug of sleep. "Messed up with...them. Don't wanna...with you."

[chloeas]

Chloe sighed softly and lifted her hand to cup his face, shaking her head, "you didn't mess up anything, Oliver, it's okay." She had no idea what he was talking about, but at least he was talking, "just keep talking to me, okay?"

[dl_greenarrow]

Sighing inaudibly, he leaned into her touch, and his eyes remained shut. "Was never good enough." His eyebrows furrowed a little. "Doesn't fix things..."

[chloeas]

This time, she couldn't help herself and the question was out of her mouth before she realized it, "doesn't fix what?" He seemed bothered by something and she had no idea what.

[dl_greenarrow]

He shook his head a little. "Fortunately it was a clean shot, so there's no bullet to be dug out this time." He set to work cleaning the wound.

[chloeas]

Chloe sighed in relief and nodded, watching as the doctor stitched his arm up and then helping him get Oliver to his bed, she was glad Dr. Hamilton didn't ask anymore question and once he was gone Chloe sat down on Oliver's bed, watching him silently for a moment.

[dl_greenarrow]

"Have I mentioned...stitches suck?" he mumbled sleepily.

[chloeas]

She grinned softly and nodded at him, "a few times, at least it wasn't too bad this time, do you need anything?" She asked softly, holding her hands together over her lap.