[Open--particularly to those who know Oliver, or might randomly come across him in a hospital]

[olliequeen]

Oliver had only been in the hospital for a day (and not a full one at that) and he was more than ready to get out. Despite the fact that he'd lost enough blood a transfusion had to be performed, and the fact that he was in a great deal of pain (which he wasn't about to readily admit), he just wanted to go home.

But to no avail. Dr. Hamilton informed him he'd be there at least a couple more days before he'd have his freedom back.

"I hate hospitals," he grumbled, flipping through the TV channels once more.

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[fastestguyalive.livejournal.com]

"Dude," Bart said as he stepped into the room, carrying a couple of bags, his eyes were wide, "dude, what the hell happened? Clark called and," he made sure the door was closed and stepped towards closer to the bed and lowered his voice, "he said doomsday was back and that you were at the hospital? What is going on and where is 'licious? She's okay too, right?"

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He looked up, only vaguely surprised to see Bart there. "Hey. Yeah, Chloe's fine. Thank God." He let out a breath, offering him a half-smile. "She went down to get some coffee. And hopefully bring me something edible to eat. Although if it was made in this hospital I doubt it's worth eating."

[fastestguyalive.livejournal.com]

He relaxed at the information and started pulling the foldable table on the side of Oliver's bed, "yeah, well I was in Mexico when Kent called so, I brought you some tacos." He said proudly as he sat the bags over the small table, "fresh, authentic stuff and I'm even willing to share."

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

At that, Oliver grinned. "You're awesome." He glanced over at the table.

[fastestguyalive.livejournal.com]

"Pretty much the definition of 'Bart', man." He grinned and looked around then sat down on one of the chairs, "so everything is over with now?"

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

"Thankfully," he said with a slight nod, laying his head back against the pillows. "How's Mexico?"

[furtum-est-vita.livejournal.com]

"What is this? I leave for two days to attend a friend's wedding and when I get back I find out you stole my bed." Bela is leaning against the door, smiling sympathetically, and trying to crack a joke, but there's worry in her eyes. She'd just gotten out of the hospital last week, and now he was here instead? What had happened while she was gone?

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

A smile tugged at his lips when he heard her familiar voice. He looked toward the door. "It's a good bed," he joked, motioning her inside.

[furtum-est-vita.livejournal.com]

She laughed lightly and moved in, pulling the visitor's chair close to the bed. "I will give it that."

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He smiled at her. "How was the wedding?" he asked curiously, studying her.

[furtum-est-vita.livejournal.com]

"It was beautiful. Never had the opportunity to go to a wedding like that before. It was a good way to relax, too." She would have brought him a cupcake, but they wouldn't have stayed good this long. She did manage one better. "I brought you a cookie. It's not homemade but I only had time to stop somewhere on the way here."

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

She got back to the room a few minutes later, after calling her partner at work and letting him know she wouldn't be in in the past couple of days without giving too many details, and carrying some fresh coffee and the only thing that looked somewhat decent at the hospital cafeteria: donuts.

A soft smile appeared on her face when she walked into the room, "I half expected you to be sleeping by the time I got back."

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He smiled back at her. "Not that tired," he said, looking at the bag she was holding. "Presents?" he joked.

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

Chloe made a face and shook her head, handing him one of the cups, "hardly, I'm going out in a little bit to get us something decent to eat, all they had were donuts and have I mentioned their coffee tastes like hot water?"

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He grimaced. "Remind me to hire a catering service for patients at Metropolis General once I'm out of here." He took a sip of the coffee anyway and made a face. "What kind of donuts?"

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

"A couple of jelly filling, a couple of chocolate icing ones." She sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, reaching to touch his forehead, checking his temperature, "how are you feeling?"

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

"Just seems like things keep...coming up," he said softly, sighing and meeting her eyes once more.

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

"I know..." she took a deep breath, running her fingers through his hair gently, "hopefully, this was the worst of it."

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He relaxed, closing his eyes for a moment. "Hopefully," he agreed with a slight nod.

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

She smiled softly, leaning down and kissing his forehead before sliding off of the bed, "why don't you get some rest?"

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

"Spend nine months in a coma, and then you can talk to me." Faith stood in the doorway of Oliver's room with her arms crossed. She knew a thing or two about hospital hate, still wasn't comfortable being near the place if she could avoid it, but it was Oliver. He was good people. That meant showing up and seeing for herself that he was gonna be ok.

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He turned his head at the sound of the unexpected voice and grinned at Faith. "So I can't talk to you now?" he teased. "That's a shame."

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

"You can, you're just not gonna get a hell of a lot of sympathy from me." Faith smirked, stepping into the room at the teasing and taking a chair by his bed. "What'd you get yourself into, killer?"

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He smiled a bit, but it was weary. "Giant spiky monster with very large claws. Don't worry though--it's been taken care of." He studied her for a moment. "What brings you to Metropolis?"

[faiththatfuelsu.livejournal.com]

An eyebrow raised at that. "Heard my favorite rich boy was laid up in the hospital. Had to make sure they were treatin' you right. Though still wonderin' why you didn't leave the monster type to me and mine."