She tugged Theodore's blanket up to his chin to make sure he was warm before standing, taking in a few breaths before following her husband out the room. It had to be at least four in the morning, and that was probably being generous. This looked terrible, she knew that, but Theo had to trust that she hadn't been up to no good. Those days were far behind her, but as she entered the sitting room where Theo had ended up, she still felt confused as to what to say.
It wasn't her place to share her captain's secrets, but this was her husband, he had a right to know where she'd been, even if he hadn't asked. He was probably about to, but Holly wrung her hands, knowing that he deserved an explanation with out a fight. Holly opened her mouth to begin to explain, but found herself at a loss for words.
"Damn it," she said, voice cracking with tears. Holly had never anticipated becoming so close to her teammates as she had never formed great bonds with her past teams, but this season had been different. All of the Arrows had gone through so much, and maybe that was what had brought them the cup. She cared about all of them, and being the oldest it had always felt like they'd come to her for advice and help, and she'd found herself tapping into some maternal instincts usually reserved for quiet times with Theodore.
Bloody hell, it felt like it was one of her own children in miserable pain just down the hall. Holly's face screwed up as she tried not to cry, and she began to pull the pins out of her hair to distract herself.
"I had to take McCormack to the hospital," she said, running her fingers through her hair to get the ridiculous curls out. "He's in the guest room."
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