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"What's the hospital, Smallville?" Lois asked as they followed the ambulance that was slowly gaining ground on them and disappearing at times.
"I think they're heading to General," he replied, listening in to the conversation that was going on inside the bus. It took a while to phase out everything and fully concentrate, but he heard the faint chatter going on. "Metropolis General. They're calling ahead to prepare the area."
Lois hung up without anything else to say. She focused on driving around the traffic to get there around the same time as the ambulance. AC was alternating between staring straight ahead and looking back to Bart, who had his head bowed, crying silently.
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"Gunshot victim. Took two in the shoulder," the medic explained to the doctor as they wheeled Oliver in. "One of the bullets is lodged next to the scapula. Other was a through and through that took a direct path through muscle surrounding the shoulder."
"Name and blood type?" The doctor directed.
"Oliver Queen. A positive."
"Mr. Queen, can you hear me?" the doctor asked, focusing in on the man.
"I can hear you fine, doc. What type of anesthetic are you going to use?"
"I'm going to make an assessment of the bullet. If we are able to go in without damaging much more of your shoulder, we're going to fully put you under to extract the bullet."
Oliver groaned before going on to what they needed to know. "I have no allergies to antibiotics or latex. I'm the guardian of a seventeen year old who's going to come running in with three others. Please tell them of the surgery."
"All right," he said, looking at the nurse after, "get him into room three and prep him."
Not five minutes after they wheeled him into room three, Bart literally was running in at the fastest normal speed into the waiting room. Lois, Clark and AC followed him in a minute later. "Oliver Queen?" he asked the receptionist, tapping his foot as he waited for an answer.
The receptionist took out a clipboard before answering. "He's right now heading into surgery to remove the bullet."
"What!?" Bart yelled, drawing stares from everyone. This can't be happening; this can't be happening.
"Bart!" AC and Clark yelled, catching him on the way down when he collapsed. They moved him over to the waiting room floor and laid him down while Lois looked for a cafeteria.
"Bart, wake up," Clark whispered, lightly slapping his face. AC was talking to a nurse, who nodded and walked off.
"AC, what were you talking about?"
"I remember these pellets that they used to use and I wondered if they had any."
"I noticed Lois going off."
"Probably to get him something to eat. He hasn't had anything since breakfast."
"So it's either shock or low blood sugar, great." He saw Lois coming back with a small plate. "What did you get?"
"Sugar necessities, a few chocolate chip cookies and brownies so he can get down to the cafeteria for something better," she answered, putting them down on a table and grabbing a single one for herself.
The nurse came back. "I'm sorry, but we don't use ammonia pellets anymore and don't have any here."
"All right, thank you." AC turned back to Bart. "How do we get him to wake up?" Lois's light bulb went off again, and held one of the brownies a few centimeters from Bart's nose. She waved it so a few of the molecules were going into his nose. Clark and AC raised an eyebrow until they saw Bart's mouth open and take a bite out of it.
He took a few chews before opening his eyes. "This is pretty good for hospital food," he mumbled, trying to get up. Clark supported him and navigated him to a chair. He took the rest of the brownie and downed it in a minute. He then spotted the rest of the stuff and took a cookie.
The doctor joined them after a few minutes. Clark had gone off for something to drink and Bart was polishing off the plate. AC was watching the news while Lois was making calls. He addressed Bart more than the others. "Mr. Queen is out of surgery. The bullet came out fine, very little problems. He'll be up in a couple of hours. We wish he stay here tonight to observe him with the amount of blood lost and the area that was hit."
"When can we see him?"
"He's out now, won't wake up for a couple of hours. Visitor hours will be over before then."
"What's his room?"
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AC was the one greeting Vic and Chloe as they entered the waiting room. No words needed to be exchanged as they headed up to the room where Oliver was sleeping. Clark and Lois were whispering in a corner and Bart had taken one of the chairs and sat himself next to the bed. "I hate to interrupt your family planning," Chloe smirked.
Clark held a light tinge while Lois smirked right back, "Well, we're getting started while you and Jimmy are still planning your careers and marriage." That made Clark go red and everyone started snickering softly.
"While you two are talking about planning, could someone go back to the penthouse and grab some clothes?" a surprising strong voice said. Everyone looked back onto Oliver, who was raising the bed to see them fully. "And try not to wake up Bart. He needs his sleep," he pointed out. No one had noticed that Bart was sleeping. They were being quiet to keep Oliver asleep.
"Got some down in the car. I'll run and get them," Vic gestured, bringing up the car keys and walking out of the room.
"Clark, would you please?" He motioned to Bart. Clark nodded and lifted Bart out of his chair. He moved his head, but continued sleeping. "Lois, would you mind going with Clark and helping him out?" Lois nodded and followed the two out of the room. "Chloe, please find the doctor and tell him that I will be checking myself out?"
"Got it." Chloe followed the group out, leaving AC and him.
AC looked at him. "I guess that leaves me to help you out in dressing yourself."
"Vic's coming back up with the clothes, so it's you and him."
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Clark and Lois passed by several people who stared at the man carrying the boy they were sure was over ten and over one hundred and twenty pounds. Lois pushed the buttons on the elevator and held the doors open of the hospital. They passed Vic on the way out, who was holding a reusable cloth bag. She held the door open while Clark bent to lay Bart on the seat. He shifted a bit, but continued to keep sleeping. "All the excitement must have worn him out," she commented.
"At one point, I did see him fighting the woman that Ion was working with," he commented.
"Stealing some moves from Ollie." She started walking back with him. Her mind went back to the conversation. "You know, you wouldn't make such a bad father. You have a caring aspect to you."
Clark quickly looked at her. "Thanks. I mean…"
"I know what you mean. Any girl would be lucky to have you." And before Clark could come up with a response, Lois brought his head down and involved him in a passionate kiss that lasted ten seconds. She walked back to the elevators, leaving Clark speechless.
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"Every eight hours for the antibiotics. Whenever you need the pain pills, take them," the doctor instructed, "Your doctor is going to get a transcript of full extent of your injuries and the medication. He can be the one to take out the stitches in two weeks."
"Two weeks? That's a long time," Oliver commented, wincing slightly when AC navigated his left arm through the sleeve and moved the shoulder the bullets had chosen. He stretched his right arm so the sleeve would be easier to get on.
"Necessary for your wound. Deeper than most and parts of your muscle seem to have been burnt by the bullet. Better safe than sorry."
"Right, always better safe." He rolled his eyes at the last comment and noticed Lois snickering at him. He had half the presence to flip her off before the nurse came back and helped with putting his left arm in a brace.
"Limit the movement of the shoulder and you'll heal in less time." The doctor brought in a nurse that wheeled in a chair. Surprisingly, Oliver didn't object being rolled out of the hospital. He was feeling worn out by the day's events. Clark lifted Bart and held him as Oliver got in through the left side.
The only time Bart woke up was when he felt someone near him. He squinted to see Oliver staring right back. "They let you out," he mumbled.
"I checked myself out."
"Hmm." Bart slid himself out to he could get into a comfortable position to sleep in. "I'm glad you're still alive, Ollie."
"And why is that, Bart?"
"It wouldn't be a very good party."
Finally, the gremlins wanted this to be done too.
So that's the trilogy, Targeted, Normal Kidnapping? and Second Shot at Revenge. More or less likely, I'm going back and redoing them at some point. I'm rereading them and they're annoying me. What? I don't want to bug people, so I don't use a beta. I'm pretty good by myself.
And I am definitely adding on to this idea. Ollie as Bart's guardian is rooted in my head.