So this is another sequal, to "A wrecked knee" and "At the hospital"

Hope you enjoy reading this, and thanks for the reviews I've gotten so far on the other stories!

Oliver felt his wrist snap as his hand connected with Ronny Roseman's forehead. Ronny had been planning to pollute the town's water source. Which meant that if he succeeded, 400 000 people would become sick, or die.

High on adrenalin Oliver only grunted once, before he blocked a roundhouse kick coming from his right. He sure felt something was wrong with his wrist, he just didn't take the time to figure out what right at the moment.

Ronny threw another jab, and Oliver blocked it as best as he could, before he decided to throw Ronny to the ground.

The problem that showed itself then, was that Ronny was an athletic young man and was up standing again almost before he had hit the ground. It kind of resembled those times when a snowboarder falls and uses the momentum to get back up again.

A forceful straight punch hit Oliver square in the chest, and knocked the air out of him. Fighting to get some air back in to his lungs, Oliver kicked Ronny to make some distance before he stepped back a couple of yards himself.

Unfortunately he didn't have time to think about the angle he stepped back in. If he had, he could have grabbed his bow again, and maybe ended the fight a lot easier… At least faster…

Aching ribs and a aching hand made him just a little bit slower than usual. Not to mention his knee that was still a bit uneasy with him whenever he turned. Even if it was more than three months since Roy had kicked his knee in, it still hurt most of the time… It was a lot better than it had been the first month, but it was far from optimal…

Before Oliver really had time to recover from the punch, a gunshot rang through the air. Oliver hoped it was Dig that had come as surprise backup, but then he felt another white hot pain making itself present in his right arm. He cast a glance in its direction to find wet crimson travelling down his arm, starting right above his elbow.

He had managed to fight with a painful right hand, but now he could barely lift it. Probably broken some of the bone, even if it didn't hit directly… Oliver noted, before he leapt into action again.

He sent a high roundhouse kick, standing on his left leg. It was better to use the right one to kick with than to stand on while doing so…

He was lucky, he managed to hit Ronny's temple. Ronny went down like if someone had swiped his legs from under him. Oliver threw in a few good kicks for good measure, he would keep an eye with him until Dig or Roy could come over and finish Ronny off.

Looking down at his injured arm he almost gagged. His hand was clearly deformed, some of the bones in the hand itself had snapped and were now standing in a more limp position than the others. Over his wrist, ivory white spiked out. And then, over his elbow a shot-wound oozed.

He switched on his mike, "Felicity!" he said as determined as he could, trying to sound less affected then he really was.

"Hello!" Felicity's sweet voice greeted him.

"Can you send Diggle, or Roy over here?" he paused a beat to figure what he was going to say, "I need some backup… I hurt my arm…"

"Oh MY! Are you all right? Is it bad? I…"

"FELICITY." Olive cut her off. "Get either Dig or Roy, or both, over here. Preferably before Ronny wakes up again… I'll be fine." Oliver lied as he loosened Ronny's belt to make a tourniquet for his own arm, just in case he bled more than he believed. Even though the blood didn't come in pulsing beats, it didn't mean he didn't bleed a lot. It could have hit a vein. He knew they bled just as much as artery if they were the same size. But they didn't pump, therefore people sometimes forgot that they actually bled just as much. Then again he could be lucky… It could have missed all the bigger arteries and veins… But he shouldn't count on it.

Dig AND Roy came to help after about five minutes. Roy was back to his old, superhuman strength. He had gotten the anti-mirakuru, but just enough to make him come down to a manageable level. Not enough to make him a normal Joe again.

They both went straight for Oliver, sitting on the ground with his right arm propped up on his knees in front of him.

"Oliver, are you okey?" Diggle asked once he saw the painful expression in Oliver's face.

"I broke my arm, and got shot! Can one of you guys just finish him…" Oliver nodded towards Ronny's body lying on the ground, they had tried to stop him with less force earlier so they knew nothing else would be permanent.

"Got SHOT!?" both Diggle and Roy exclaimed in unison.

"Where?" Roy asked concerned.

"How bad is it?" Diggle demanded to know straight after.

Sighing Oliver tried to give them a better view of his elbow,

"I'll live…" Oliver said pretty unamused, "but can one of you get my phone out of my pocket and call Jonas Hart?" he paused a short beat, "And can the other one of you take care of that man on the ground over there before he wakes up again?"

Nodding Dig and Roy went back to action. Dig went over to the man lying on the concrete, and Roy tried to maneuver Oliver's phone out of his right-hand pocket without jostling Oliver's arm too much.

The adrenalin in Oliver's system had begun to ebb out, and his arm was bothering him more by the minute. Even the tiniest movements hurt like hell!

"There you go!" Roy finally said with a satisfied grin on his face, holding Oliver's phone in front of him. "What was the name again?"

"Jonas Hart. He was the doctor whom helped me with my knee…" Oliver explained, and a flash of guilt flew across Roy's features.

"It wasn't your fault!" Oliver said determined, then he hissed as his arm sent a bolt of pain searing through his nerve system.

"Jonas Hart. Here…" Roy paused and looked back at Oliver, "do you want to do the talking?"

Oliver nodded, and took the phone. Jonas had said he could call any time, day or night. So if he meant it, he wouldn't be angry for a call at 3 a.m.

"Hello? This is Jonas Hart!" a weary voice answered.

"Hello, this is the Arrow…" Oliver said, but couldn't manage to hide the pain in his voice.

"You need my help, I guess!" Jonas sounded a lot more awake already. "What happened and where shall I meet you?"

"Yeah, I might just need your help… I broke my arm, and I also got shot in the same arm. One of my helpers can pick you up at your house, if you don't mind. He will bring you to our hideout. If you don't mind."

"But there should be taken X-rays and MRI scans, at least of the GSW…" Jonas tried to reason, he didn't mind being taken to Arrows 'bat-cave', but Oliver should have those scans taken.

"We've got an X-ray, and an MRI machine…" *beat*, "Don't ask why…"

Jonas stopped himself from laughing at what Oliver decided to add to that sentence. He kind of understood the necessity of those machines in Oliver's line of work.

"Okay, have one of your guys come pick me up. What supplies should I bring?"

"We have pretty much everything, except meds…" Oliver groaned as he tried to gesture with his right hand. Stupid move…

"Okay, and scalpels, sutures… Have you got that?"

"Yeah… We've even got plates for serious fractures…" Oliver said, gritting his teeth as a new wave of pain rolled over him.

"Cast…?"

"Got that… Think I might need it this time too…"

"Okay, I'm ready whenever your man comes over. But I'll have to run by the hospital and grab a hold of some different kind of meds…"

Oliver paused and thought about their supply of painkillers.

"I think there's still six-seven bottles left of that painkiller stuff…" Oliver cleared his throat, "I don't think more of that is necessary at the moment."

"No, but penicillin…" Jonas said a bit pensive, "You don't have that over there, and that is a necessity now!"

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