A little TLC
"It will. Now turn." Oliver turned the computer chair so Felicity was facing him. He swept her hair over the opposite shoulder to keep it out of the way while he patched her up. Turning his attention to the tray he'd brought over he grabbed supplies to clean out the abrasion. "It's not bad. Butterfly bandage should hold it so no stitches. You're lucky, it definitely could have been worse. I'm sorry Felicity I didn't even realize you were behind me." How he didn't hear her behind him was a mystery until he looked at her naked feet, no familiar clicking. Which is how he landed sacking her with one of the sticks... "You're sure your head is okay?"








