[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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[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He smiled a bit at that. "Apparently so." The whole thing seemed a little odd to him. He'd been hurt before--not this seriously--but badly enough to require short hospital stays. And he'd never even called anyone, didn't want to bother them.

[fastestguyalive.livejournal.com]

Bart grinned and shrugged, "gotta keep you entertained, boss. You sure the good doc won't let you go home?"

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

"That's a definite negative. And I considered tying my bedsheets together and vaulting out the window, but considering the stitches in my gut, I thought better of it."

[fastestguyalive.livejournal.com]

At that, he made a face, "stitches? What did that thing do to you, man?"

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

Now he wished he'd kept his mouth shut. Shifting in the bed once more, he shrugged and looked at Bart. "Had big claws."