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Oliver Queen | The Vigilante ([personal profile] sagittarianqueen) wrote in [community profile] promuseboxing2013-12-02 09:52 pm
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[personal profile] sagittarianqueen 2013-12-03 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Five years on the island had conditioned Oliver to be able to handle a lot of physical hurts. Being stabbed, tortured, burned, beaten and so much more had given him a pain tolerance that most would envy. That was probably the only reason he had even been capable of walking into the lair under his own power, though it had been a close thing the entire way back. Maybe it was a good thing Felicity wasn't hanging around today, she wouldn't be happy with the state he was in. In fact he could already hear her getting panicked and trying not to hyperventilate. Oliver was fairly sure that his leg wasn't broken though there was going to be an ugly bruise there in the morning from being hit by that car. His ribs were a different story entirely.

"Dig-" Stumbling on the stairs, a wave of dizziness hit as he was on the last three steps. Thankfully he didn't have far to fall, and it wasn't like this was the first head injury he'd gotten this evening. His head was still unpleasantly fuzzy as he laid on the floor. He'd get up soon, definitely. Once he got his equilibrium back.
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[personal profile] thebodyguard 2013-12-03 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
It wasn't unusual for John to stay late at Oliver's lair. He might not have Felicity's expertise when it came to computers and hacking, but John did okay by himself when he looked around for leads. It might take him longer but results were results. And Felicity had left early for some much needed downtime, so that had left John on his own.

He heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs long before Oliver spoke.

"Where have you -" He started, only to shoot out of his seat a second later when Oliver hit the ground. He knelt beside his friend, trying to guage the damage, but considering Oliver had limped down here all on his own, a little more jostling probably wouldn't kill him.

"How bad?" John asked instead. He could never tell how bad was bad when it came to Oliver. The man could be poisoned and concussed for all he knew. It wouldn't be the first time it happened.
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