What's wrong with us when happy hurts

We try to live good though our heart bleeds

Notes:

Sorry for the wait, I had a busy couple of weeks. I hope you like the chapter.

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We try to live good though our heart bleeds, we want peace so we wear our hearts on our sleeves.

Oliver

The three friends had stuck around until they were done with their food. After, they'd gathered everything they'd brought in and put the room back to its original state. He'd had several more cups of tea during their meal and his throat didn't feel quite as bad anymore, it was till sore but it wasn't as dry as it was before and that made a tremendous difference. He'd also eaten half a banana and several spoonfuls of the oatmeal soup Sara had made for him. She was slowly easing him and his body into getting nourishment again and the fact that she'd been where he was right now helped, since it meant she understood how difficult it was to find the right balance and amount, and at just what speed to eat to not overwhelm the body. Which meant she was just feeding him a slice of banana or a spoonful of soup every couple of minutes, gauging his reaction after each. Giving his stomach enough time to let it set or rebel.

He watched her about an hour after Thea, Roy and Sin had left them alone as she came back from what he had assumed was a bathroom break just for her to crack a raw egg and mix it into his by now room temperature soup. It looked like she felt he was making good progress in the eating department. Since she was assuming the taste won't have his stomach churn. Not that he was a stranger to raw eggs or understanding the health benefits and nutritious value that came with consuming them. Well, if they were high quality, from free range chickens that were fed organic food without any antibiotics. Like the ones he got from a farmer just outside of Star City, a farmer who had provided his family with food for as long as he could remember, he was almost certain his grandfather and most likely his great-grandfather had gotten most of their food from that farm as well. The farm had been in the same family's possession for generations, almost as long as his childhood home had been in the Queen family's. The farm wasn't located too far from the estate that used to be his home. They'd been their closest neighbors. It had been part of Sara's regular route, back when she'd gone riding with his family's horses. She'd rode past the farm most of the time and ended up coming home with fresh fruit, or vegetables or sometimes even bread or cake or whatever else the family had felt like gifting her with. The farmer's wife had always felt Sara was too skinny and needed to eat more. And how observant she had been, she'd worried about the blonde before anyone else had. Before he'd been aware he needed to worry about her. So, Sara had always gotten free food when she rode past the farm. They'd loved her back then and still did now. And Sara had appreciated their kindness and concern and still did.

Given their two families' longstanding business and to some degree personal relationship, they were even nice enough to come all the way to Star regularly and to deliver the requested food to them, whenever he couldn't make time in his busy schedule to drive to the farm. They would do it for free, never charging extra for deliveries, but Oliver always made sure to pay the family double the gas price plus the time it took the person doing the delivery to drive here and back home. What he ate was important to him, it was part of the reason he'd taken up cooking, even more so what Sara and Mila ate, he wanted to make sure he was feeding them the best quality food he could get. And to him that was worth paying extra to ensure the farm would not face financial troubles or end up cutting corners. He'd support them however he could and help them out if they should ever need help. He appreciated everything they were doing for him and had done for his family in the past and he hoped would do in the future.