Olivia's POV
"Kira... Kira... ki..." I called weakly, my voice barely above a whisper as I stumbled through our apartment door.
My legs gave out completely, and I slumped onto the living room floor like a Barbie doll with broken legs. The Oliver disguise felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and I couldn't summon the energy to even sit up properly.
"OLIVIA!" Kira's voice echoed through the apartment, followed by the sound of running feet. "What the hell..."
She whizzed into the living room and found me sprawled on our worn carpet, still in my men's suit, my hair now a disheveled mess, and probably looking like I'd been hit by a train.
"Oh my God, what happened?" Kira dropped to her knees beside me, her hands hovering over me as if she wasn't sure where to touch. "Are you hurt? Did someone attack you? Should I call 911?"
I opened my mouth to respond, but only a weak croak came out.
"Water," I managed to gasp. "Water... first."
