Long Live Love

CONVERSATIONS WITH GHOSTS

"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win."

-Stephen King

There are some people in the world that you try, with everything you have, to make the impossible happen. For Katie, Oliver Queen was one of those people. No, Oliver Queen was the person. So when she got a call saying that he needed her, everything else went out the window. She didn't care about flying men, or crazy people who kidnapped her coworker. Her only concern was getting on a plane and getting home to the man that she loved. The moment the words came out of John's mouth, she turned to Bruce.

"I need your plane now."

"What—"

"Now Bruce!" she practically demanded and it had to be something in her eyes, because the man didn't argue any further. He made a call and Katie was off.

For some reason the plane ride to Starling seemed longer than it should be. Katie's knee bounced as she stared out the window. She didn't give John a chance to actually explain what was wrong, because she was afraid that it would probably drive her insane to know what was happening and not be there to do anything.

The moment the plane landed, Katie was to her feet and practically running to get off. She left all her luggage in Metropolis, so there was nothing that would get in her way. She flagged down the first cab she saw, and told them to get to the foundry as soon as possible. Her heart raced in her chest when she spotted the club up ahead. When the car finally stopped, she pulled whatever money was in her pocket and practically tossed it at the driver. She was sure it was probably more than what she owed, but at the moment it just didn't matter. Katie ran toward the basement entrance of the club, ignoring her aching muscles. When she burst through the entrance of the basement, everyone jumped to their feet, but Katie didn't see them. She saw the man lying on the metal slab, unconscious. She rushed over placing her fingers on the inside of his wrist, and letting her eyes trail over the tubes that were in his skin.

"Katie." John said, his voice trying to speak calmly to the woman who was clearly upset. "He's fine, he's just—"

"Why isn't he waking up?" Katie asked not looking to anyone but Oliver. It meant she didn't care who answered it, as long as it is answered.

"I think he was given a very large dose of whatever this mystery super villain is juiced on. It caused intravenous coagulation, which means—" Katie turned to the man who was speaking who definitely wasn't John. "Well you know what it means. You're the doctor, right?" Katie didn't say anything as her brow furrowed in confusion, before turning to John. "You're probably wondering who I am?"

"No, I'm still wondering why Oliver's eyes aren't open." Katie says choosing to speak to John and not the stranger in the room. "John, speak please."

"We found the guy, Oliver went after him, but the guy bested him. Injected him with this serum or whatever and left him for dead. Felicity called Barry—" John glanced over to the man who nodded. "Who was able undo what ever was happening to him."

"Coagulation?" Katie asked turning back to Barry. "How did you counteract that?"

"Well, there weren't many options, so I had to think on the fly which is not an easy thing to do in a very stressful situation. It's very difficult and—"

"Dude, I'm this close to murdering you. What did you do?!" Katie snapped angrily. Barry simply stepped aside revealing a box of rat poison.

"It was the only thing—"

"Stop talking." Katie once again interrupted the man before turning back to Oliver. "The warfarin in the poison helped stop the coagulation. That was a good idea." Katie placed a hand on the side of Oliver cheek. "How long has he been out?"